#lord please i want him down my throat rn.

[mahalkheeta]

— 18+ MDNI !! let me brainrot about giving heeseung head once more 🫠

no because oh my fuck. you cannot tell me this boy isn't a head pusher. one of those hands will be on your head, forcing his length to the back of your throat until your nose is literally in contact with his pelvis.

his jacket falls of his shoulder as his arm shakes from the sheer effort of holding himself up despite the waves of pleasure threatening to drown him. his head is tilted up, eyes shut and mouth parted as he lets out breathless pants and harsh curses.

AND GUYS. HIS THIGHS. you know he is so dangerously close when his thighs tense and tremble underneathe your death grip. your nails digging into his thighs only heighten his sensitivity. he tries to hold off his high, he really does. after all, there is no other place he'd rather be than in your mouth.

you can bet that when this man cums, your mouth has to be around him. he pushes your head with a hitched breath and a silent scream. his brows furrow and his eyes scrunch as he feels your wey throat squeeze around his tip just the way he likes it.

"ohhh, fuck! baby– ah, shit–" he gasps, barely able to get a sentence out as ropes of cum paint the back of you throat.

also do not get me started on how much he'd praise you after he hears you gag. it turns him on so much how you're just so willing to take him down your throat.

"so good baby," he moans out, not even caring to lower his volume. "so good taking my cum like that, hm? oh my god..." he mumbles and shivers under the grip you have on his thighs.

[whorelaud]

OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (extra)

pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, slight overstimulation (?), pussy whipped rafe mhmm!!! disclaimer this is pure smut continuing ch 8! nothing too intense, js a small piece following the events. this can be read separately, it doesn't add nor change the plot, so feel free to skip over if you're uncomfortable!! not my best work but not my worst considering im in a big writing slump rn sighh >:( thank you for your patience, ill get started on ch 9 soon i pormise <3

NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 08

“Let me take care of you.” 

Flusteredness underestimates your emotions, insides stirring with giddiness you couldn’t comprehend into words. You wanted this, more than everything; it felt so right, there was no reason for you to risk it and decline such a tempting offer. 

You shyly nodded your head, suppressing the sheepish smile dancing on your lips, suddenly feeling exposed under Rafe’s gaze. His hands freely roamed around your body, landing wherever his eyes desired, places he dreamed of touching. 

“Lord, you’re beautiful.” He muffled out, littering feather-like kisses to your throat, then burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he took a whiff of your intoxicating scent. His teeth lightly grazed the sensitive skin, causing you to yelp, and accidentally brush over the hardon in his pants. “Fuckk– ‘need to be inside you.” 

“Please.” You shuddered through a gasp, grinding down to chase after the pleasure, merely to be stopped by Rafe’s hold as he halted you in your spot. 

His hands found the curve of your ass, squeezing the plush flesh hidden underneath the thin material of your shorts, using the gasp he earned out of you for granted to slip his hands beneath the fabric. He toyed with the lacey strings, digits practically shuddering over your skin, like an addict getting his hands on drugs for the first time.

“Such a pretty ass,” He grunted, scoffing as a moan escapes your parted lips. “Mhm, yeah baby, keep makin’ those pretty noises, lemme hear you.” 

Your head landed in the crook of his neck, forehead resting against his shoulder when your hips stuttered in the process of rolling down, dying for Rafe to do something. Your vision grew blurry, mouth seeking the skin hidden beneath Rafe’s shirt, wanting nothing more than to appreciate him as much as he was, mark him for everyone to see, and know he’s yours. 

Rafe eventually took action, tightening his hold around your ass as he stood to his feet, keeping you steady and in place. You gasped with disbelief, taken aback by the sudden movement, even more as he sweeps you around and softly throws you on the bed, causing you to land with a thud. 

You positioned your elbows up, letting them support your body as Rafe used his index to spread your legs apart, creating enough space for him to squeeze through. He positioned his knee in between your thighs, hands caressing the delicate skin leading to your heat. 

His fingers moved with a motive, driving you crazy with each time his cold digits brushed over your sensitive flesh, causing you to shudder from the touch. He lowered his head, just enough for you to catch glimpse of him from in between your legs. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, toying with the waistband of your shorts. “Need to taste you.” 

Rafe tugged the material down a bit, just enough for the chilly air to hit your skin, smothering goosebumps across your sides. He leisurely pulled down your shorts, torturing you with the gesture, though that’s what he was aiming for. 

With a game of tug and pull, he managed to get your shorts off, letting them slide down your knees, and bunch around your ankles. His gaze fixed on your panties, mouth salivating at the sight, as his head wandered with pure filth. He pressed his fingers to your heat through the thin cloth, causing you to jolt as he applied pressure, admiring the wet patch forming in your underwear. 

Your face practically burst from heat, avoiding the latter’s gaze as his finger lapped at your folds, tracing them up and down your core with a purpose. Your mewls were silent, heaving the atmosphere, the sound like music to Rafe’s ears. 

Rafe leaned forward, until his face levelled with the low of your stomach. He grasped the soft flesh in his hold, trailing wet kisses just beneath your belly button, leading all the way to your clothed folds, aching to have his mouth on you, feel his tongue swirl around your sensitive nub till you no longer could bear it. 

He planted a kiss to your clit through the fabric, causing you to shudder in his arms when he repeated the action, your whines encouraging him to continue, pressing further until you were overwhelmed with pleasure. 

“Rafe!” You arched into the touch, hips stuttering as Rafe pins you down to the bed. “Fuck, right there.” 

“Yeah?” He angled his head down, nose brushing over your heat in the process, the sensation making your knees buckle as you strived to close your legs around his head. Rafe, sensing your next move, halted you before you could further continue, forcing your thighs back in place. “Keep your legs open, hmm? Sit back and be a good girl for me, doll.” 

You desperately nodded your head, prying for Rafe to get the pink, lace panties off of you. And he did, detaching them off your hips, and letting them slide right off, revealing your achy cunt, wet and needy for him. 

“Oh my fuck,” he hissed, taking a whiff of your alluring scent, suddenly feeling drunk on your pussy, even if he didn’t get a taste of you yet. “Could you get any more perfect?” 

He fingered at your hole, collecting the sticky substance off, until it was coating two of his digits. He dragged his long fingers through your folds, gliding them up and down, till your whole pussy was coated with your juices. 

“So wet for me,” Rafe muttered, bringing his fingers to his parted lips. He inserted them inside, instantly savoring the taste of your pussy on his tongue, as his mouth pooled with spit. “You taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” 

You whined at that, nearly screaming when he brought his fingers back to your sensitive nub, rolling it in between his fingers as he bent down again, this time to mouth at your heat. He licked a stripe of your cunt, dragging his tongue up your hole, all the way to your clit, yet overwhelmed with the pleasure of his fingers. 

Rafe flicked his tongue over your clit, pressing your hips down with the hand to your stomach, amused by how overstimulated you grew, unable to comprehend normal words out. You’ve done this before, a few times to be exact, however, Rafe knew how to make you crumble, seeking your sensitive spot with his mouth, using every ounce of energy in his body to pleasure you. 

And fuck, did it feel good. It made up for all the longing and lust you’ve been pushing down, finally able to do something about it; and screwing all your problems. 

Your body jolted with pleasure, hands digging to the skin around your shoulders as he mouthed at your heat, sucking and nibbling on your nub, long fingers gliding up and down your folds, just where you needed them. 

Without a warning, he slid one of his fingers inside your hole, easily entering with how wet you were, pussy drenched with your juices. He pumped it in and out of your entrance, lining the second one before he leisurely increased the pace, fingers coating with your arousal. 

Your stomach twisted into a knot, lips gaping in pornographic moans that you failed to suppress from exiting your throat. That only inspired Rafe to fasten the movement of his tongue, swirling from your clit down to your entrance. He fucked your hole with his tongue, nose lightly digging to your core as he bobbed his head up and down, while still pumping his fingers in and out. 

Words couldn’t describe the emotions you were experiencing. It almost felt euphoric, you never wanted it to stop, climax building as Rafe continues lapping at your cunt with his mouth. Rafe oughted to make you feel good, chasing after your pleasure, not a thought behind his eyes as he ate you out like a man starved.

“Come for me, pretty girl.” He cooed, not stopping what he was up to. The words practically flew past your ears, mind going blank as your legs trembled, announcing your orgasm. 

Rafe’s tongue was yet to stop, walking you through your climax, until you grew sensitive to the fraction of his tongue constantly flicking at your clit. Your eyes forced shut, sweat forming around your body, coating your skin with a layer of afterglow. Rafe moved away from your heat, falling mesmerized the moment his gaze landed on you. 

His cock twitched in his pants, vision fogging with haze. You looked surreal, out of the world, like an angel who spawned on earth. He almost felt bad for breathing the same air as you, being in your presence and ever getting a chance to do this, please you till you’re cumming on his tongue. 

You shied away from the touch, fluttering your eyes up at the latter, whose lips tugging into a coy smile at your action. “Why are you staring?” 

“No reason,” he snorted, bringing his face close to yours. His nose brushed over yours, not giving you a chance to speak before he captured your lips in an eager kiss, the taste of your arousal on his tongue invading your mouth. He smiled into the kiss, pulling away when you shoved his shoulder. “Was that good?” 

“Hmm…” you trailed off, pretending to think. “Could be better.” 

Lie. 

“You think so?” His eyebrows cocked in a teasing manner, lips tugging into a smile. “Should we go for another round?” 

“One’s enough!” You stopped him before he could bend down, your statement earning a chuckle out of him. “Stop messin’ around!” 

“Sorry,” he snickered, voice barely above a whisper. The smile on his face quickly faded, gaze travelling down to your hand, as it slowly caressed up his thigh, halting just over his crotch. He hushed out your name, breath shuddering as you palmed his hardon through his pants, grasping his length in your hold. “Such a brat, can’t wait to have my dick inside you, huh?” 

“Take it off,” you whined in response to the snarky comment, striving to unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his pants, inching back just enough for him to get them off, leaving him in his boxers. You gulped at the sight of his underwear, aching to take it off, as well as his shirt. “The shirt too.” 

Rafe stifled out a teasing laugh, sliding the shirt off his head, and over his arms, letting it fall to the floor. Your gaze immediately landed on his torso, a breath knocking out of your chest at the scene. His broad chest was on full display, just for you to stare, without having to look away, afraid others might catch you practically undressing him with your eyes.

The boy pushed you back on the bed, letting your back collide with the mattress in a soft thud. He removed the lock of hair blocking your vision, leaning down to plant a kiss to your lips. It was soft, deliberate, lasted a few seconds before the latter moved away. You cupped his calloused jaw, almost choking on air while he balanced himself on his knees, not breaking eye contact as he freed himself from his boxers, not long before he tossed them to the floor. 

Your breath hitched, gaze leisurely trailing down to his cock, as pre-cum glistened at the slit, coating it with a glossy layer that had you salivating at the mouth. Rafe scooted himself closer to you, lining the tip of his cock with your entrance, groaning as it got buried in your folds. 

Pleasure underestimates what you were feeling. Hell, you were a wreck of emotions, far too gone to comprehend your surroundings, nor did you care for such facts.  

He works his way in smoothly but deliberately, thrusts gentle, afraid he’d hurt you if he was rough. That, of course, had you testing your patience, as you wiggled down on his cock, urging him to push his throbbing length inside you. 

And he did, muffling out a whimper as he slams his hips into your soaked cunt, making you arch your back at the gesture. His cock filled your hole, coating every corner of your walls, leaving no space for you to think. 

“Look at you,” he whispered, grinding his hips down, as his fingers ghosted the curve of your waist, face mere inches away. “Taking me so well, such a good girl f’me, hmm, y’like that I’m filling your pathetic, needy hole?” 

“Rafeee,” you mewled out, throwing your bad back as he continued thrusting his cock inside you, the collision creating a squelching sound. “Please, please, yes!” 

“Mhm, you like that?” He muffled in between kisses, hand cupping your tits. He rolled your nipple in between his fingers, causing it to harden in his hold, goosebumps immediately breaking out across your chest. “Wanna fuck you stupid, you don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for this, the amount of times I held back each time you’d walk around in those sleeping shorts.” 

Your moans lulled pathetic, speaking louder than you can put into words. Rafe's cock felt amazing inside you, thrusting in and out with need and despair, that it didn’t take long for your arousal to build up yet again, though mere minutes passed regarding your previous orgasm. 

Rafe littered soft kisses to your lips, thrusts growing fast and sloppy as he buried himself inside you, drunk on your pussy, and the sensation of your hole clenching around his cock. His breaths fell heavy, filling the air as well as your whines, unable to contain them any longer. 

“So close,” he grunted, announcing his climax. “Come for me, sweet doll.” 

Your nails dug to his shoulders, moans increasing in volume as your orgasm made its approach, as Rafe continued pumping his cock inside your sloppy cunt, giving him easy access to your hole, and the ability to pleasure you.  

The nickname drove you over the edge, coming undone with a rough, wet thrust, relaxing in the latter’s arms as he continued fucking you, pace fastening with each time he grinded his hips down. 

It wasn’t long before Rafe was coming, loading your cunt as his cock kissed your cervix with one last slam to his hips, painting your walls white with his sperm, as the warmness of the sticky substance filled your insides, causing a ragged sigh of relief to escape your throat. 

Rafe nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning over the flesh, as he proceeded to come down from his high. A chuckle forced its way out your parted lips, earning the boy’s attention as he perked up, gaze locking with yours. 

“What?” He asked, addressing you with the question. “Why are you laughing?” 

“I don’t know,” you continued chuckling, “This is jus’ silly.” 

“That’s the first thing you say after we just had sex?” He mumbled in disbelief, head cocking to the side.

“What do you want me to say?!” You argued, wrapping your arms around his neck, and using the pressure of the touch to force him down, till your lips connected with his in a soft kiss, one different from your previous ones today. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, heat flushing your face. “You don’t understand how much everything you do means to me.”

The corner of Rafe’s lips twitched into a smile, heart melting to pieces. 

Yeah, this was more than worth getting beaten to a pulp by Ryan. 

[boiohboii]

What's a soft launch? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)

YN Leclerc is dating Lando Norris in secret, and they had been keeping it really quite for the past 9 months, but unfortunately she is dating an idiot who forgot to close his stream.

or

in which YN Leclerc and Lando Norris make everyone watching his stream need to bleach their eyes.

N.B: this is something for fun and has no relation to real life people. Also, I'll be doing a sm fic based on this cause a meme picture is what started this for me.

WARNING: suggestive, no actual smut. Making out. PDA cause lando forgot to close his stream. Mentions of breast, nipple and bra. French not used properly?... if i missed anything else let me know!

Sighing, Lando stretched his back while calling for his girlfriend- letting her know that it's okay to come in.

"Hey handsome."

username: is that who I think it is!

username: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

username: someone call 911 lando no rizz pulled YN Leclerc

username: I want yn to call me handsome too

Unaware of the fast chat the couple smiled at each other as YN sat on Lando's lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, wrists staying still at the nape of his neck while her fingers play with the soft curls of his hair.

"Hello ma chérie."

And that's all the older boy got to say as the young girl latched her lips onto his, tightening her grip around his neck while his arms rest at her hips, squeezing them as he lifts her up a bit trying to reach as much of her as possible.

username: AY YOOOOOO someone tell my man he is live and we can see that

username: THE GRIP HE HAS ON MY GIRL

username: ooofffff, Lando's funeral is gonna be tomorrow my dudes

username: F in the chat for lando

username: F in the chat for charles, he having a heart attack rn

username: my girl gonna wake up with bruises

Breaking away to catch their breath Lando's hand caressed her hips, moving until they rested on her ass

"Ohhhh, okay, are we going there."

"I don't know gorgeous, are we?"

Shifting around in the chair, Lano placed his back to the arm of the chair moving YN in front of him- unknowingly, making the viewers have a perfect view of their interlocking lips which were quickly followed by a gasp from YN as Lando pressed his hips into hers- thus allowing a perfect entrance of his tongue into her mouth.

username: OKAY THIS IS A FULL MAKE OUT SESSION.

username: LANDO IS DYING AT 25 MY DUDES

username: FFS SOMEONE CALL THEM OR SEND A SUB OR SOMETHING, WE DON'T WANT LANDO TO DIE

username: Holy shit, YN have mercy on your brothers

username: how to be Lando rn

username: THIS FEELS SO WRONG, THEY LITERALY HAVE THEIR TONGUES DOWN EACH OTHER'S THROATS

username: please lord, let Lando still be able to have kids after seeing the Leclerc brothers

Being interrupted by her ringtone did not deter the couple from their steamy activity, in fact it was like they didn't even hear it as Lando's right hand slipped into the girl's shirt roaming around her stomach as it rested in her breast.

Another ringtone...... Lando's left hand made its way to her bra's clasp, opening it with swiftness that made it evident it had not been the first time he had done that.

The way their tongues moved and their arms explored places they were already familiar with only comes with expirence. A lot of experience.

As the ringtone got repeated for the third time, Lando decided to slow down, removing his lips from hers while his right hand pushed her bra downward a bit, making him feel her hard nipple under his fingertips.

Moving her left arm from around his neck while balancing herself with her right arm, YN reached into her back pocket getting her phone out.

"Oh, it's Danny"

The cheerful voice of the girl filles the room

username: of thank god!

username: FINALLY

username: Lando, you will be missed

username: this has been the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life

username: I wasn't even doing anything and I'm out of breath

Answering the phone YN couldn't even get a word out before Daniel is screaming into her ear

"IT'S LIVE! YOU'RE FUCKING LIVE."

Snapping her head towards her boyfriend's set up, she quickly balanced the phone in between her ear and her shoulder while removing his hand from under her shirt, tipping as she attempted to close the live while holding her bra in place as much as possible.

"What? What's wrong?" Upon seeing his girlfriend's frantic behaviour Lando became alert, worried something might be wrong.

"YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE LIVE!"

"WHAT!!"

In a hurry to get up from his position and close the stream he tripped over his own feet just as his hands reached the desk, and as an attempt to save himself from the fall he gripped the first thing within his reach- his keyboard and his mic- making them fall right on his head.

The sudden scream of Lando's and the quite comical fall (in YN's opinion) made her forget about the older man on her phone and about the entire issue. The only thing she did was double over in laughter that within seconds turned into a sound similar to that of a car's windshield wiper.

"Oh, I'm glad my pain is amusing you."

username: this is the best stream of my entire fucking life man

username: I have no idea what is going on, but I love it

username: this is hilarious.

SOCIAL MEDIA REACTIONS

THE BROTHERS' REACTIONS

THE FAMILY DINNER

[star-girl69]

As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

like

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

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[howyouloveyourdragon]

one of alicents Brothers don't love otto much and know he can only cause problems. both him and rhaenyra feeling dissatisfied with their fathers, they get married and ruin ottos plans one by one. in this situation I can not see the reader hightower son being the one otto wants near the throne cause he would not be able to easily manipulate them. Headcanons and thanks for writing

hey anon! thank you so much for this ask i was really looking forward to writing it <3 i am really loving alicent's y/n brother rn

pronouns: he/him warnings: none other than parental issues that i can think of but please correct me if i'm wrong! A/N: i could barely stop myself writing im so obsessed lmao, the amount of errors i got from this

you were never one to indulge in your father's ambition as he paraded you after another won tourney and beckoned your sister as though she were not a Queen now and much higher in position than he would ever be

you rolled your eyes and huffed, folding your broad arms across your chest

you roam your stubborn eyes across the room as Otto attempts to entertain his fellow Lords and more importantly, ask about their daughters

your eyes widened when they caught sight of your father approaching with Lord Borros Baratheon, you ducked and began crawling under a series of tables hurriedly and regardless of how ungentlemanly it may seem, you turn your head quickly straight after peeking over your shoulder only for it to meet something hard and a yelp to sound from in front of you

your lips part in surprise as a silver head of hair comes into view, a porcelain hand flying to her forehead. The woman groans and you recognise that familiar voice. "What is wrong with you?" Rhaenyra Targaryen uttered with a huff and met your dark eyes with hers of violet. Your mouth gaped before you felt a hard hit to your shoulder, your brows pinched together. "What was that for?" You asked with a guttural groan. Her steel gaze remained. "You hit me first!" She threw back in a childish hiss. You scoffed. "Mine was an accident." You retorted only for her to drive her lips into a thin line and slump on the floor. "If I find that I am concussed, I will have yor head." Rhaenyra grumbled and you begrudgingly settled. Her eyes shot to yours.

"Move. I was here first." "No." She lets out a gruff chuckle in shock. "Excuse me?" "No." Her eyes narrow into slits at your defiance. "I am your future Queen." "Sorry." Your murmured and flushed pink. You looked down bashfully and picked at your rough fingernails. You turned oblivious as her eyes rolled across you inquisitively. She hesitated but her lips open quicker than she can think–not that that is unusual. "You are Y/n, aren't you? Not Gwayne, his jaw is wider." You snickered and nod. Her lips twitched upward without her consent. She leans on her left hand and smiles charming as she can manage. "I suppose I can allow you a sliver of my company since you are clearly so desperate for it." She grins playfully at your protesting lips and the way your body stiffens at the familiar shoes beneath the table. Her brows raise and she almost gives up her own hiding just to see the look on your face if she pushed you into his sight. Soon the feet retreated however and a breath of relief propelled out of your throat. Rhaenyra watches you carefully. You intrigue her infuriatingly enough. She nudged you with her knee enough to catch your eyes. "Why are you hiding?" You asked curiously "I could ask you the same thing." Your princess teased. "Ah then who am I to deny my future Queen?" She hates how her stomach twists in knots at the title passing your lips. Her breath hitches. "My father is..." You struggle to find the word, using your hands to gesture uselessly. "domineering?" It sounds more like a question and she briefly wonders whether she knows your father better than yourself.

that's the first time she has ever had a full conversation–or possibly one at all–with you but Rhaenyra doesn't regret it as she notes the stiffness of your brow and your unexpectedly soft voice

she finds herself listening to you intently until the night is over

she even forgets you're both supposed to be hiding and laughs boldly which results in a share of wide eyes as two pairs of rough hands haul you both out from under the table

your fathers have never looked more disappointed as you glance sheepishly at one another

you both are sent to your respective chambers but before you leave, her soft hand shoves a piece of parchment in your hand and smirks as you stare after her

your father blocks your gaze when he wrenches a grip on your neck and drives you back to your quarters

you open your palm to find the crumpled paper has her scribbled handwriting 'Meet me in my chambers', you grow a grin and obey like the obedient subject your dear father wishes you to be

you decide to take unorthodox methods to do so however and climb up the walls to her window, clutching to vines and stones alike

she almost thinks you're never going to come before your tumbling inside

she snickers and beams as she brings you through and like clockwork the cycle repeats in secret and neither of you are particularly good at hiding the budding relationship between you

until the dreaded year that her mother passes

she had seemed so excited and humoured as you beat her uncle's arse into the ground, wielding a sword to his neck unless he chose to yield and the princess' forever favour strapped to you securely

you couldn't bite back the smirk until your eyes settled on the missing figures

her brows furrowed and her gaze followed yours

you still remember how her body tensed and panic became summoned to her face

how she had bolted away

and the moment you found out how slowly the hand had told the King? Without haste or worry regarding the Queen? That was when you pledged the deepest loyalty to Rhaenyra, bending the knee before she was even pronounced heir

and she pledged herself back to you in a much different manner

and when she is announced heir, it is not your father you stand beside but rather the Velaryons

and so with every visit to her chambers you share new promises and old vows

it is difficult to juggle the romantic affection for your princess and the friendship with your siblings but you manage

one night you approach your father's chambers to request permission to begin courting but instead you hear something much darker

the lump in your throat largens and when your sister bursts through the doors with trembling fingers, you don't take any time to embrace her

with every planned visit to the King, you take her to Rhaenyra's chambers instead and personally escort her on her travels

it's a dutiful side to you that Rhaenyra has never seen to you before, you had always been as rambunctious and rebellious as she and yet so kind and soft when it came to Alicent

the both of you smirk at Otto when Viserys announces his engagement, you personally delight in the clench of Otto's fists

you can't call him your father anymore

not after that

it's late at night with Alicent asleep and strewn across you both when you interlace your fingers with her own and grin at her

"If I didn't know any better, I would think we were the most intelligent in the realm." you snicker and she raises her brows playfully. "Oh?" she asks and you hum mischievously. You nod and look down at Alicent's gentle face. "I think we should put our team to it's limits." She glances at you sceptically and agrees

and so the first of many occurrences begins

the first he attempts without any remorse; separating you and The Realm's Delight

first by steering potential matches at you and when that fails, he suggests an alliance with House Velaryon after Viserys' rejection of Laena who you have grown fast friends with

he insists upon allowing Laenor to at least court the princess and the King agrees quickly and desperate to repair old wounds

so again you devise a plan to diverge her suitor's attention and lucky for you your old friend Laenor Velaryon is also not pleased with the possible arrangement

however she needs a chance to catch his eye and you have the perfect plan

Your gaze roams her face as you cup her cheek, both of you laying in bed. Her soft skin, her soft eyes, sloped nose and plush lips. "If you grace me by your mere presence alone I will lay every flower at your feet," You start and her breath hitches. "but if you agreed to wed me then I will fight against the swords of a thousand just to secure your heart and if you wish it, your crown."

it is early in the morn when Rhaenyra is rushed into the throne room and sees you knelt before her father with your head bowed

and that's when she hears it, eyes snapping to her father's face

"This man wishes for your hand in marriage." Viserys announces, standing and watching her carefully. Your gaze flickers up at her and softens. It's not long before she swallows her pride and takes slow steps forward. Her hands engulf yours without a second thought.

Otto notices of course as you pull away from him

he decides to direct your sister's place instead, he begins his second beginning conquest; taming Daemon Targaryen and producing a Targaryen heir

reluctantly and uncharacteristically he acts in favour to the request of Daemon annulling his marriage to Lady Rhea. He may hate the man but he needs protection and a male Targaryen heir

Rhaenyra is still a woman and he knows that there will always be an uprising, if he can manage to coax Alicent once more into a Targaryen's embrace he will be able to succeed the throne with Hightower blood

lucky for you, you have an ally who is very keen to assist you

it seems that Laena Velaryon has held affections for the prince from afar and is happy to snatch his attention herself

it's at the engagement banquet that she makes her move Otto can do nothing but grit his teeth as he watches and whispers into Alicent's ear but she's slowly beginning to resent him and slip out of his grasp

it's not long before the wedding is being planned and Otto is growing more and more desperate

then Viserys' wife is announced to be pregnant and much to his luck it's a boy

perhaps his own children will not listen to him but what of this child? he may not be Hightower blood but that doesn't mean he cannot commend his intelligent advisor and future hand

he just needs to sneak into the child's head and gain his favour

a mentor if you will

he attempts to sabotage the wedding by encouraging his spies to seek out you both but any rumours they begin to spread are instantly shut down and discredited

Rhaenyra begins to take a stronger interest in her siblings and Alicent surprises everyone by joining the faith of The Seven

she has newly devoted herself to the faith as a Septa, away from the cursed childbed and dreaded expectation of her father

Otto takes advantage of this yet again however and insists with the King that your wedding to Rhaenyra be in a ceremony in the Sept but you have other plans, sneaking through passageways with your closest comrades and performing an intimate Valyrian ceremony in the dead of night

you brandish your wounded palm proudly before the court and revel in their shocked faces and whisperings

Otto turns red in the face and even more once he sees little Aegon and Helaena peek out from behind Rhaenyra's traditional garments

and when the many years pass and Viserys the peaceful is sent to a new realm, Rhaenyra glides down the large throne room with you, deja vu coursing through the air as you stand beside the Velaryons beaming at her

[pixlpxie]

The urge to just be completely and totally shameless and horny to the max on here… like wdym that’s weird? I’m just expressing how badly I need to be stiffed with jongho’s cock while I choke on Yeosang’s fingers and they tell me what a good little slut I am for them and make me beg for every little thing because damn if those aren’t two men I wouldn’t sub for. Like the thought of having Yeosang’s fingers down my throat while I’m bouncing on jongho’s cock and him whispering in my ear “look at you, fucked dumb like the whore you are. You like sitting on my dick while you choke on his fingers don’t you?” And when I start gagging or moaning to loud Yeosang hisses in my ear “shut up and take it like the good little fuck toy you are or everyone will hear you. Or maybe you’d like that, hm? Fucking freak. Who should we call? Wooyoungie? Seonghwa hyung? Awww how cute, look at you squeezing your legs together you’d really like that huh?” Idk why but I feel like if the two of them are together they’d be freaky and god the things I want them to do to me and I want to do to them and the things I want to hear and holy fuck. Like Thai isn’t even the slightest bit unhinged and im still soaked good lord please help

This felt like i was reading my own thoughts🥴🥴 being called filthy names while being forced to take them? Never fails to get me wet. Like you can't even run away if you wanted bc jongho would easily pin you down and it would feel like nothing to him... and yeosang would use his talented fingers on you... i wish i was at home rn for yk...

[bendydudeinc]

I have so many good ideas but I haven’t had motivation lately crying- BUT I got random zaza motivation tonight so NGH ANGO AND RAMPO POST CAN APPLY TO BOTH WHATAVER U WANT LOL THIRST‼️Ok so these two from Bungou stray dogs. I’m so high and so horny rn so please. Bear with me.

SMUT WARNINGS: Rampo x Ango x AFAB nonbianary reader (seperate) eye contact play, high sex???, reader has a sensitive neck, humiliation, uhhh I think that’s it idk spit kink??

Ango who forces your legs apart when you try to squirm away because the eye contact made you flustered.

Ango who rubs his fingers achingly gentle over your clothed clit when you’re sensitive. (Like- do my fellow stoners on here go into rut when high or- BABHDHFHSH)

Ango who would suck on each part of your neck, the spots that have butterflies swarming to your lower tummy. He wouldn’t suck hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to drive you fucking insane and beg for more, bucking your hips up to meet his thigh.

^^Ango who’d then slowly wrap his free hand around your throat and roughly curl into the sides of your neck, making sure to get a good at your face as it contorts in pleasure and your eyes roll back, pressing rougher against your clit through your underwear which is fucking soaked now.

oml I’m struggling so hard rn

Ango who hovers his lips just above your clit, letting you feel his breath as he commands you not to move

Ango who pulls your underwear down with his teeth

Ango who spreads your lips apart and commands you to look at him as he creates a wad of spit and let’s it slowly drip down onto your clit and down your folds which are clenching around nothing and shining from your arousal.

Rampo who would also whisper lewd praises in your ears as you writhe to his precise and expert touch. (This man catches onto everything, and makes sure to embarrass you for it)

…….

Lord forgive me for my sins

I shall be committing more very soon

[joyful-patatas]

They're Just A Kid

Chapter 3 || mary sues may be annoying in fiction, but i really wish i was one rn

“Do you need me to carry you?” “No. I’m fine.” “Are you certain?” “Yes. I am.” “Please do not lie to me.” “I’m not lying.” “You are leaning on the rock.” “So? I can still walk.” “Forgive me, but I have my doubts.” “Watch me.”

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‘Okay. You’re fine Piper. You’re absolutely fine. It’s not like you’re about to get your throat slit anytime now—!’

“One wrong move and I slit her throat!”

'Oooor, do panic. You have every right to panic.'

They looked at Krog who went completely still with brows furrowed and clenching on the bloodied sword as the orc bandit’s body lay headless at his feet. Piper’s eyes were glued onto the headless corpse and its head that stopped rolling. She was no stranger to seeing headless corpses from watching gory horror movies and playing Skyrim with graphics mods, but this…was definitely not something she wanted to see in reality. A pool of blood started forming in the area around the orc bandit’s neck as Piper just watched it get bigger and bigger.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?! I’m not kidding! I’ll kill her!” A small whimper escapes Piper’s lips as they feel the blade press harder against their neck.

‘Shitshitshit shit! Shit!’

“You could have killed them long before, yet kept them alive,” Piper could barely process Krog’s words as he tried negotiating. “Why would you only kill her now?”

“We just wanted ransom money, but that was before all went to shit!”

“What do you want now?”

“Let me go,” the bandit answered. “Don’t come after me either.”

“And you will release the child?” She nodded, but Piper noticed the suspicious look on the orc and the woman’s grasp on them tightened.

‘Dear Lord and saviour, Jesus Christ. I know we haven't talked much and I don't believe you exist, but please give me the power of y/n that can drop kick this bitch even with an injured leg. Or at least give it to Krog, PLEASE!’

“Alright. Release the child first and I will let you go.” Krog said while lowering his blade.

‘Don’t lower your sword! Don’t you fucking lower that sword yOU BITCH!’

“No! You let me go first and then I will let the brat go when I’m far enough.”

‘Oh, fuck. Please, I don’t care who you are or what you’ll do, just go! I’m not going to do anything!’

“The child’s leg is injured. They cannot walk too far and is having a hard time standing.”

She frowned and looked down at Piper, slightly retracting the blade from their neck. Piper acted before thinking and took the opportunity to bite down onto the woman’s arm. A loud yelp erupted from the bandit as Piper glanced back to see the dagger raised and quickly shut their eyes and prepared for the worst, but all they heard was a pained gasp as the bandit’s hold on their hair loosened. The sound of flesh ripping reached her ear, followed by a loud ‘thud’ as she felt a big, calloused hand hold them still.

“Kid.” At that, Piper let out a shaky breath and slowly opened their eyes, making sure not to look at where she heard the body fall. “Are you alright?”

Piper glanced at the sword in his hands. It was covered in red. Blood. 

Real blood.

‘It’s real. It’s all real.’

A slight chill ran up their spine as they gave him a small, but nervous nod. She didn’t know if he caught the reason of her discomfort or not due to how he moved to cover the sight of the body from her and lead her out of the room, insisting to get her wounds cleaned and checked.

'He killed them. He actually fucking killed them. Fuck, I mean, it was them or us. He didn’t have a choice. I…She was going to kill me. But…but now it’s just us two. What’s he gonna do? Is he going to do the same to me? Or worse? I–’

A loud snap made her blink as she looked up, flinching away upon seeing how close the orc’s face is to hers as a deep frown etched his face. He said, “Apologies for startling you. I have just been telling you to sit down three times and you have not responded.”

Piper looked to their side and saw the chair before looking around and realized they left the prison part of the cave and got into what seemed to be a dining room. Krog instructed Piper to sit once more, to which she did while hissing at the sharp pain on her thigh that resurfaced. Krog told her to stay seated as he started to look around for supplies in the room and Piper could only watch.

Honestly, when he proposed to help Piper out before they broke out of their respective cells, she did not actually expect him to go on his promise of helping them. If he really went with it, he would even carry her until her wound completely healed.

Piper didn’t understand. "Why are you helping me?" They asked in a shaky tone.

Piper didn’t expect him to hear what they said, but they assumed he did with how he momentarily stopped to look at her before going back to his search. He asked, "What do you mean?"

"You don't have any reason to help me. You're out of your cell and can easily leave."

"I am indebted to you, and an orc always repays his debts."

"I didn't do much though."

"You released me from my chains. You opened my cell door. You helped distract the elf so I can have the upper hand. All with an injured leg. And you think that is a measly task?" He walked back to Piper with fresh bandages and a red phial that Piper recognized as a minor healing potion.

"I mean, you're the one who...got rid of the bandits." The hesitance in her voice seemed to catch Krog’s attention as he frowned at her.

"May I ask if this was the first time you saw someone die before you?" Piper stayed quiet and only clenched on the ripped fabric of her dress. "I see...I apologize for having you see that. I have to admit, you are taking it quite well."

‘‘Taking it quite well??’ Do I look well to you???'

"I will go get some water. It won't be long." He walked out with what seemed like an empty bucket, leaving Piper alone in the dining area.

The cave only echoed the dripping of water within the cave, somehow making her more anxious. Only a few minutes passed and Krog has still not returned, which was enough to make Piper think of worse case scenarios. Some were about how he abandoned them. Others were about how he could have been jumped by other bandits and that she was now left to her own device. Krog didn't appear to be someone to just leave someone he promised to help, but they couldn't completely believe he would waste his time treating them.

Piper turned to look at the red phial and picked it up. Maybe he actually left. They’ll be sitting in a cave with dead bandits disguised as Imperial soldiers with no means or skills for survival. What if more bandits come? What if no one comes? Will she die of thirst? Of hunger? What are they supposed to do? What-?

"You will break the phial if you grip it that hard." Piper let out an inaudible shocked gasp as they looked up to Krog who placed the bucket now full of water down. "Put the potion down. We will need it."

Piper realized how tense she was gripping the phial and quickly eased her fingers to place it back on the table. Krog went to retrieve what looked like a sack and pulled out a small phial that was unfamiliar to them, but watched as he placed a few drops on his palm before rubbing it on his hands.

"You look troubled." Krog said as he took a cup of water from the bucket and poured it over his hands before rubbing again. "Could you tell me why?"

Piper went quiet for some time as he shook his hands dry before whispering, "I thought you left."

"I did not." His tone was firm as he proceeded to wet a rag. "I told you. An orc always repays his debts."

'He sounds angry.' Piper thought as they watched Krog squeezed excess water out before turning to them.

"Pull up your dress." 

‘Fuck! I knew it!’ “Why?” She snapped defensively.

“It will be troublesome to clean the wound with the dress in the way,” he replied calmly.

‘Ah.’ They thought, "oh. Right, right. My bad." They pulled up the fabric over their thigh to reveal the blood soaked bandages. 

Piper hissed when the bandages stuck to the wound and Krog had no choice but to pull it off, revealing the punctured flesh with a yellow-ish fluid forming in it.

“It’s infected.” He stated as he took the damp rag and quickly started cleaning the wound. He was surprisingly gentle while treating their injury and while Piper winced at the pain, she didn’t dare speak up against it in fear of upsetting him more than she assumed he already is.

‘Huh. His skin is dark green, but it’s paler in the palm area. Is it like melanin? I wonder how pigmentation works for non-human races–’ “Ow!” Piper hissed to which Krog quickly retracted the rag.

“Apologies. I know it hurts, but it will be worse if we do nothing.” He said while getting back to the task.

"Sorry.” Her voice was barely over a whisper, but he seemed to have heard since he stopped his work and looked at them with furrowed brows.

"For what?”

“For upsetting you.”

“I am not upset.” He said in a flat tone.

“You’re not?” They asked with genuine surprise.

“I am not.”

“You sure?”

“I am sure.” He let out what could have been a deep chuckle, but sounded more like a rumble from his chest as he returned to the task at hand.

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“Definitely?”

"Definitely."

“No cap?”

“No-” he stopped and looked at them once again. “What is that ‘no cap’?”

“Uhh…way of saying, well, it's a slang. A slang that means ‘no lie’. You know, like, when you wear a cap, it’s like you’re hiding something so if someone is lying or saying something false, you say—” she brought her hand up above her brows and tilted her head down. “—cap or ‘you’re capping’. If it’s not a lie, you say no cap.”

“That’s…” he seemed to be trying to find a word to describe what he thought. “—interesting.”

“So, no cap? You’re not upset with me?”

He was quiet for a bit before replying, “No cap.”

“Okay. Nice to know.” Krog finished cleaning the wound and started wrapping the bandage around her leg.

“Is the word ‘cool’ also a slang?” He asked.

“Hm? I…guess?”

“You guess?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

He hummed, “What does it mean? I assume it does not mean ��a low temperature’.” Piper didn’t know if that was Krog trying to be humorous, but the corner of her lips twitched up.

“Well, it can mean that, but I just say it when I think something is amazing, awesome, or when you just think a person is cool.”

“And a cool person is…?”

“Someone…someone who is true to themselves, but is great to be around with, I guess?”

“You guess?”

“Listen, I never had to explain what it meant before. Everyone sort of had a common understanding of the connotation of the word.”

“I see.” He hummed as he secured the bandages and uncorked the red phial and handed it to Piper who carefully took it from hand. “This will definitely leave a scar, but it will be proof that you’ve pressed forward against the odds once it has fully healed.”

“Eh, I always thought I could use a scar or two.” Piper sniffed the content of the bottle and gagged at the smell.

‘Jesus, is this what I make my character constantly drink in the middle of battle?!’

“If you want to recover quickly, you will want to drink it now despite the smell.” She sighed at his words before chugging the potion, ignoring the awfully bitter taste of the liquid.

Piper felt something warm spread through their body and the pain at their thigh was quick to numb. She tried to stand up, but Krog was quick to force her down on her seat and say, “Rest. It is still not fully healed.”

“The potion doesn’t heal immediately?” Krog looked at them like she just said the most idiotic thing.

“No. It speeds up the healing process, but does not heal everything in seconds. Your injury should heal in a week or two.”

“A week?!”

“Yes. A week. Unfortunately, we cannot stay here until then since more bandits could be lurking nearby. Hopefully we can run into a nearby town so you can rest safely.”

A week. A week of being unable to walk. A week to being more vulnerable than Piper already was with a limping leg. A week depending on the kindness of an orc she has known for…an hour at most? At this rate, she’ll be needing to try and be the most low maintenance person that has ever existed so he wouldn’t get annoyed by her too soon.

“May I ask what you are doing here?”

Piper got confused at Krog’s question. “Uh, the bandits?”

“No. I meant, what are you doing in Skyrim? You do not look like a Nord, but you seem to be a noble based on your dress.”

‘Wait…waitwaitwaitwait. Hold the fuck up.’

“You think I’m a noble?” Piper asked, astonished as Krog’s brows creased.

“Are you not? The dress looks expensive. Useless, but expensive.”

Piper stifled a laugh by covering her mouth, which just sounded like a sneeze as her shoulders slightly shook as Krog started questioning her with, “What’s wrong?” and “Is it not expensive?”

'I got it for 30 bucks at Winners bro. So, not really.’

“I’m not a noble.” Piper finally answered.

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

He stared at her for a moment before letting out a deep breath.

“So you are not a noble.” Piper nodded their head at the statement. “Then what brings you to Skyrim?”

“Sightseeing?” Krog merely stared quietly until Piper sighed and said, “I…I don’t know how I got here to be honest. I just woke up in a forest and then the shit with the bandits happened and, well, you know the rest.”

‘Sounds more ridiculous when I say it out loud.’ Piper tugged at the tangled, dirt covered hair while avoiding Krog’s intense stare.

“From which province do you reign?”

“Reign? Like, come from?” Piper earned a nod from him. “I…also don’t know.”

‘Great. So great. What an amazing situation to be in. I can’t just say I’m from Canada because Canada doesn’t fucking exist here. 

“I would appreciate it if you would be honest with me.”

‘What’s with this dude calling me a liar all of a sudden?’ Piper scowled before stating firmly, “I am being honest. I have no idea where I’m from in Tamriel.”

‘You can’t call me a liar after that. I know I’m lying, but I am putting some truths into it.’

Krog continued his damn staring before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck. “I am having trouble coming up with a solution on where you should reside with this little information. You say you are not a noble, you do not know how you arrived in Skyrim, and you don’t know where you are from. Do you at least have family? Or a group of people you can seek shelter with?”

The question made her halt. Family. Piper did have a family, but not in Skyrim. She still could not make sense of things. How did she get here? How can she get back? Did anyone notice her disappearance?

"No," she finally answered while tugging a hair strand much more harshly. "I don’t."

The silence was heavy and Piper couldn't bring themself to look and see what sort of expression Krog had. "I am sorry. I did not mean to bring up bad memories.”

Piper did not expect to receive an apology and quickly shook their head. “No. No, it’s fine. It…I just had a long day, y’know?”

His expression didn’t seem to change much as he seemed to be deep in thought. “I hope, well…apologies. I–" he cleared his throat before slowly extending his hand towards the top of Piper's head as she quickly leaned away, looking at the large, looming hand warily.

'What the fuck? What's he trying to do? Don't touch me.'

Krog seemed to have understood what Piper was thinking and retracted his hand before rubbing his stubble beard with a huff.

'Fuck. I annoyed him. Damn it, Piper! You could at least let him think you have his trust. It's not like he was going to crush your skull you dumb bitch. You're going to end up driving him away and if he goes away, you're as good as dead-!'

"We should get going.” He walked around the room, opening chests and drawers to pack anything he deemed to be essential equipment in a haste. “Can you change alone?”

‘Thank god, he’s not abandoning me yet.’ Piper quietly let out a relieved breath. “Yeah? I think so.”

“Good.” He pulled some grey fabric and brought it to Piper. “Get changed quickly. I will look for more things needed for our journey in the meantime.”

With that, he immediately went back to searching as Piper watched carefully to make sure he wasn’t looking. They settled with putting the pants on, knowing the skirt part of the dress would cover before seeing they’d also have to get out of the dress entirely before putting the shirt on.

‘Nah. Fuck this.’

They stood up slowly, no longer feeling the pain in their leg and limped to change behind the nearest boulder to get rid of the dress. With the shirt on, Piper limped her way back to where Krog was with the dress in their arms, but stopped to stare back at the place they were kept captive.

‘Should I get the bag? I don’t know what else is in there, but there could be other useful stuff. Just…don’t look at the corpses.’

She slowly made her way to the door and opened it. Somehow, it felt more dangerous and frightening than the first time, but Piper gathered whatever bravery (if they can even call it that) they had before limping in, eyes solely focused on the knapsack.

‘Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.’

They managed to reach the sack and peered inside to see its content. There doesn’t seem to be much other than lockpicks and potion vials. Piper hummed while looking through them, “Could be useful.” They slipped the sack over them and left the ruined dress on the table before heading back, but accidentally looked down and saw the corpses. Piper froze. Eyes glued on them. The blood is freshly red as they recall the events that led to their current state.

‘They’re just NPCs Pip. Don’t take it so seriously. NPCs can respawn. Most Skyrim NPCs suck anyway.’ After Piper took in a deep breath, they limped out of the room to meet Krog. ‘It’s not that bad. You’ve seen worse in slasher movies. Besides, you bleed every month in the vajayjay. You see blood all the time.’

As Piper returned to the centre of the cave, Krog seemed to have finished packing up and was now wearing iron armour and strapping waraxes to his hilt. Piper waited silently, leaning on the stone wall of the cave to release some weight off of their injured leg as Krog finished up what he was doing. She watched as he picked up a backpack filled up, and she swore she heard him let out a grunt. They weren’t sure if his grunt was from the weight, but didn’t pry. He looked around, eyes finally settling on Piper before walking up towards them.

“Ready?” He asked as Piper simply nodded. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Please do not lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You are leaning on the rock.”

“So? I can still walk.” 

“Forgive me, but I have my doubts.”

“Watch me.” Piper huffed before pushing herself off the rock and started limping away. “See? I’m fine.”

“The exit is that way.” Piper turned to the direction Krog nodded towards.

They stared for a moment before muttering a “I knew that” before changing directions with Krog following behind. It was awkward and Piper was walking much slower than she would have preferred and probably more than what Krog would have preferred, but he showed no signs of disdain and annoyance and simply walked besides them, still keeping some distance between the two. 

Piper wondered where they could have met Krog before in the game. There weren’t many orsimer NPCs you can interact with outside of the stronghold other than the most obvious such as the blacksmiths in Markarth and Urag, the librarian of the College of Winterhold and yet…Piper felt like she had seen Krog before. Large, long, and black dreadlocks with vivid yellow eyes and black sclera that terrified Piper when they first saw him in the dark. He didn’t sound like the other general NPC voices.

He for sure wasn’t a bandit. A companion? Was it one of those quest lines you don’t know about even after playing Skyrim since its release? Well, that didn’t make much sense because the bandits that disguise themselves as Imperial soldiers kill you and don’t kidnap you? Is it an instance where you could follow them for hours without being caught and your Dragonborn can come to this exact cave and save Krog?

That’ll be something. 

~|~|~|~

Piper and her older brother, Jojo, sat on the living room couch as the Skyrim intro started playing. The screen gradually brightened and cleared to see the people in the carriage and Jojo took the opportunity to scan his surroundings. He saw his character’s hands bound and some other men bound along with him.

“Why’s everyone ugly?” Piper scrunched her nose as she witnessed the faces of the Nords in the carriage.

“Piper.”

“What?”

“What did I say about calling someone ugly?”

“Sorry.” She muttered as she continued to watch. “You said not to say it because it hurts people.”

“Exactly.”

Piper didn’t pay much attention to the dialogue and proceeded to lean onto her older brother’s arm and watch the scene.

“Kuya! Play the cat one!” Piper exclaimed as he scanned through the different races he could play.

“I kinda want to play an orc this time.” He muttered as she looked up at him, agast.

“NO! Play the cat!”

“My game, my character. You can play Khajiit when you get older.”

“Why can’t I play now?”

“Because the game is rated M for mature.”

“I am mature.”

“You’re six.”

“So?”

“Wait twelve more years and then you can play Skyrim yourself.”

Piper grumbled and crossed her arms as she stared at the screen. “Orcs are ugly.”

“Ay, Piper! You don’t call someone ugly because of what they are, but what they do.” Jojo scolded, but Piper was too stubborn to listen.

She observed him modify the orc character and slowly got more and more intrigued with the peculiar features. “Why is the skin green?”

“Why is our skin brown?”

“I dunno.”

“We’re just born with it. Nothing we can do about it.”

“So orcs are born with green skin?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Jojo went through different skin tones. “Oh, there’s brown and grey too apparently. Which do you like?”

Piper stared at the screen as her brother switched between green, grey and brown skin for the orc. Maybe it was just because it was a peculiar colour to see as skin, but she was quick to answer “Green!”

“Alright. Green it is!” He chuckled as he continued creating the character.

Piper watched as her brother went on choosing the other features, sometimes asking her what she thought and which one to pick. He ended up with green skin, small horns protruding from his forehead down to the top of his brows, long black dreadlocks tied back, and yellow eyes with black sclera. There was short facial hair that went from the side of his cheeks and down to his chin. A scar shaped like lightning was apparent on his left cheek and going down the side of his neck

“So? What do you think?”

“He looks cool.”

“Good, now I just need to figure out a name.”

“Skullcrusher.” Piper proposed.

“No. I want an actual Skyrim orc name.”

“Bonecrusher.”

“No.”

“Headcrusher.”

“No!”

“Spinecrusher!”

“What is with you and the word ‘crusher’?”

“It’s cool.”

Jojo scoffed before chuckling. “Crushing skulls, bones, spines, and heads are cool?”

“Yeah!”

“Jesus Christ.” 

Piper simply rolled their eyes. “Fineee. Beheader works too.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Yes.”

“What does it mean?”

“Someone who bed heads.”

“I…What?”

“Someone who bed heads!”

“That makes no sense.”

“Well, maybe you’re a stupid.”

“You always manage to find a way to piss me off. You know that?” He laughed exasperatedly as he typed in a name that Piper couldn’t quite read. “Done.”

“What did you name him?”

“Krogarz the Beheader. Krog, for short. I’m going to make him a strong warrior who dual wields axes!”

Piper only quietly listens and watches as the events of the opening game unfold. She was curious to see what her brother meant and continued watching silently.

She looked forward to watching the adventures of Krogarz the Beheader on screen.

[starcrossedjedis]

Of course, ma'am! Dealer's choice for the spite smut!

"This is an Obi Wan x OC story," she said. "She should have a friend though," she said. "Someone is getting the finger," she said. "Do not proceed if for any personal or legal reasons smuttyness isn't for you," she said. And that's what you missed on Glee 🤪

This got a little bit away from me, especially since I'm technically trying to write Inara'a's prologue rn, but I'm not complaining, because horny!Khaii is the superior Khaii 😏

Also tagging my sisters in smut and fellow Khaii!hoes: @asirensrage, @jvstjewels, @stachedocs, @mystic-scripture, @lord-savior-dean-winchester

"Loud day?" he asked.

"Very loud day." Inara'a rubbed her temples with a tired groan. "Too many people with too many opinions."

"We could take off for a few days." Khaii stepped behind her, placing his warm hands on her shoulders. "Go somewhere where the only thoughts for miles would be my elaborate fantasies about getting you out of your clothes."

"This sounds very tempting." Inara'a let her head fall back against his chest with a content sigh.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the soothing circles Khaii's thumbs were drawing on both sides of her neck, already lifting some of the tension in her shoulders and easing the worst of her headache.

This was dangerous, she thought.

Intimate and comforting. Something she was very swiftly getting used to. Something she went looking for after days like this.

And yes, she would still remind Khaii that this was just her waiting, that eventually whatever it was they shared would end. But lately it was starting to feel a lot like Inara'a was reminding herself as well.

"You know, I can't leave," she told him wistfully.

"I know." He pressed his lips against the crown of her head - a soft sensation she almost missed, because she had been so focused on his hands trailing down her back, surprisingly nimble fingers working to undo the many tiny hooks of her dress.

It slid off her body, pooling around her feet in a sheeny pile only to be quickly joined by her airy chemise.

His appreciative hum vibrated against her temple as he turned slightly, trailing his mouth down the side of her face and along her neck.

His fingers were feather light as he let them glide upwards over her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake before cupping her breasts with his hands.

"There's still some things I could do for you right here and now," he mumbled; breath warm against her shoulder, teeth grazing playfully over skin.

"All you need to do is ask."

He liked that. Hearing her beg for it - knowing how much she wanted him. She didn't have to read his mind to know this much by now.

"I want you to touch me." The words came out in a breathy sigh which abruptly turned into a sharp gasp when he circled her hardened nipple with the tip of his thumb.

"Please…"

Her plea stirred something in him - something primal and proud, echoing in her head and fueling the fire in the pit of her stomach.

He released one of her breasts - and she all but whimpered at the loss of contact - but only to gently grab her chin and tilt her head back enough to press his lips to hers while his other hand painfully slowly made its way down her body - brushing over her ribcage and over the smooth skin of her stomach.

He took his time, undoubtedly enjoying the way her breath hitched in her throat and the way she trembled in anticipation.

She allowed herself to melt further into his broad frame, feeling his own want pressing firmly against her back, but she knew that he was in no hurry to take care of it.

He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, slipping it into her mouth just as his fingers skimmed the soft patch of curls between her thighs and swallowing her strangled moan when he finally - finally! - covered the throbbing pulse between her legs with his palm, long fingers sliding into her wet heat…

[blueberryrock]

Ah that's awesome, I'm currently stuck with my little tiny project to do a masterlist of my own too, it would be quicker if I didn't wanted to yeet my computer everytime Photoshop acts up 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 anyhows! Could I have please some headcanons about Thorin or Elrond pining for a non-binary someone who's very fashionable in their own terms, maybe they appear to be kind of bodacious and edgelord-esque but it goes all through the window when they see them interacting with animals or they're one in one despite the awkwardness embedded into them?

Sorry for the many details! Have an awesome day and eat something.

A/N Hello! So this is in fact my first headcanon request, and my first headcanon post, so uh I hope you don't mind that imma only be doing Elrond rn, but thank you for the request! I did my best and I hope you enjoy it! I kinda got sidetracked at the end, but I hope you don't mind <3 i also didn't know what to title this lmao

Elrond x Punk!Reader Headcanons

(Rules, Requests, and More)

The first time Elrond saw Y/N was when they, and a group of dwarves, were chased into his Valley. From his position on his horse, he didn't get a clear view of them until Gandalf had shifted to show the whole group.

He was firstly mesmerized by Y/N's hair, the short spiky black hair had very odd neon tips that very much contrasted against their skin.

Their all-black outfit didn't help him either, it was showing so much of their skin, Elrond couldn't help but blush and stare. He was so confused by the new stranger.

It took one of his soldiers nudging him to pull his gaze away, with his face turning red, Elrond quickly introduced himself and welcomed everyone to the Valley.

After his little introduction, he was whisked away by his duties before he could say any more. He did however schedule a small feast for his guests, secretly wondering what Y/N's next outfit would even be.

He was mildly shocked when he saw Y/N strutting into the outdoor dining room wearing a black jacket with small spikes on the shoulders and large black boots with lots of useless straps. It somehow reminded him of the clothing people way far in the east would wear

When everyone had arrived and settled, ellens came out with bowls and platters of food in their arms, most of which were fruits and vegetables.

He wasn't surprised at the small uproar the dwarves caused over the lack of meats supplied, but he smiled when Y/N managed to calm the angry dwarves down. Y/N didn't, however, stop them from climbing onto the tables to sing. They instead encouraged them and silently slipped away from the chaos they had started.

Slipping away as quietly as Y/N had, Elrond had curiously followed the quiet path after them. His heart leaps in his throat when he hears a small yelp come from the path before him. Finding them on the stone pathway with their back towards him, Elrond rushes to Y/N's side, wanting to gently place his hand on their shoulder. He frowns when he sees the small decorative spikes, but he decides instead to walk around to see their face.

Are you okay? What happened? Did you fall? Questions just want to spill out of his worried heart until he sees something in Y/N's hands. "Y/N?" He asks.

With a small grin on their face, Y/N turns to face the elven lord, showing him what they have in their cupped hands. "Look," they say, their gaze turning towards their hands. "This poor gecko lost its tail."

Confusion quickly replaces the worries within Elrond, staring at the small lizard in their hands, a grimace flutters to his face before his eyes lock onto Y/N. "That's um," he starts. "Nice Y/N, it doesn't appear that they are in any pain?"

"No, where I am from, geckos can naturally drop their tails," Y/N starts, shifting to hold the squirming lizard in their hand. "It helps them get away from predators and if they're stuck, they can regrow it too."

"Really?" Elrond asks, watching their face slowly light up as they explain the mechanics behind a lizard's tail. "How do you know all of this?"

"Has Gandalf told you where I come from?" Elrond nods his head slightly as well as humming an answer. "You are from another world and landed in the Shire, but that is all I know."

"Yup," Y/N says. "In my world, I used to collect and breed all kinds of reptiles, I also did small programs to show other people and kids that lizards and snakes really aren't scary."

After moving from the ground, and watching the little lizard scurry off into a bush, Y/N and Elrond slowly start down the winding stone path. "That little guy makes me miss my own geckos."

"Well perhaps when you and the company survive this quest," Elrond starts. "The Valar will send you back?"

"Maybe," Y/N sighs, looking away from the elven lord. "But some days I don't wanna go back, this world is so beautiful and accepting, more so than my old one. I know my reptiles are in good hands right now and I miss them dearly, but deep down, I don't really wanna go back."

Elrond pauses in his place. "Well, mellon, you will always have a place in Rivendel, it doesn't have as many reptiles as you may hope, but I'm sure we could find you some."

"Thank you, my Lord," they say with a small snort before continuing on the path.

[zekeluvr]

i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place. 

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her. 

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later. 

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction. 

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know.  i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.” 

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile. 

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-” 

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

good idea indeed. 

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing. 

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that. 

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table. 

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action. 

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans. 

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours. 

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top. 

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag. 

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now. 

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt. 

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention. 

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on. 

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him. 

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head. 

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly. 

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun. 

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Fist Fights and Hickeys

Prompt: Enemies to lovers smut with the teeniest bit of plot. Literally this is just pure filth. Please don’t read if you’re a minor, seriously this is not for you.

Warnings: SMUT! Swearing, Female reader, oral (female receiving),unprotected sex (I don’t have a fun rhyme explaining why that's a bad idea, just use fucking protection! dear lord, this is wizard shit im sure they have magic birth control but we aren't getting into that rn) also reader punches someone early on so violence, fluff and funny stuff at the end.

You walked down the hall as quickly as you could, just wanting the day to be over. It seems like no matter what you did today, everything went wrong. In herbology you dropped and broke a potted plant. In potions, your mixture exploded, coating you and your partner in blue sludge, which was still in your hair, and in divination, your tea leaves literally showed you an omen of death. At this point, you didn’t know how else this day could get worse.

“Hello Y/N” Fred Weasley said, sauntering up to your side. Welp, it just had to go and get worse.

“Leave me alone Fred” You said, irritation clearly present in your voice. You and Fred had a bit of a rivalry, whether it was at quidditch, or in your classes, or with pranks, the two of you were always trying to one up each other, which through the years, has created a bit of a love hate friendship.

“Somebody’s cranky” Fred joked, continuing to walk beside you.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” You responded. Fred was about to reply, but before he could, someone interrupted him.

“Well well well, look what we have here! What happened Y/N, trying to go for a new look” Ethan Hawthorn said, pointing out your hair, which was still blue.

You didn’t answer, you just kept walking, Fred giving you a confused look. Ethan hawthorn was a Slytherin who you had a class with last year. The professor had asked a question, which he answered incorrectly, and when you corrected him in front of everyone, he deemed it appropriate to treat you like you had personally humiliated him in front of the whole school. He basically made it his life purpose to make your life difficult.

“Aw come on Y/N, don’t be like that, it’s nice! It distracts from your face!” He continued, him and a few of his friends now following you and laughing. Upon hearing what he said, Fred went to turn and confront him but you grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Oh is your boyfriend trying to save you? You probably hired him to be around you, god knows he needs the money” Ethan said.

Next thing you knew, you had whipped around and punched Ethan in the face. It was a bit of a surprise to everyone, including yourself seeing you wouldn’t really consider yourself a violent person. Before you could think about anything else though, you and Fred were sprinting down the hallway towards the Gryffindor common room, Ethan screaming profanities from behind you.

You sprinted to the entrance of the common room, quickly saying the password and running inside, relieved to find it empty. After running for your lives, you and Fred were pretty tired out, both of you walking over to one of the couches and falling onto it, trying to catch your breath.

“You know he’s going to try and kill you right?” Fred asked, turning his head to look at you.

“Worth it” You said, causing the both of you to laugh a bit, before you noticed the pain radiating from your hand. You sat up a bit and examined your knuckles, which were now bleeding a bit. Fred noticed and sat up as well, before gently taking your hand in both of his, looking at the irritated skin.

“You ok?” He asked, skill looking at your hands, which you were thankful for since it made it so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” You replied. Trying not to focus on his long fingers gently brushing over the bones in your hand.

“You’re hands are so small” Fred laughed, breaking you out of your slightly flustered trance.

“These small hands can still slap the shit out of you” You replied, taking your hand back and laughing. 

“Here I think I have something upstairs that can help with the pain” Fred said standing, you following his actions and making your way up the stairs to the boys dormitory, walking inside to once again find it was empty.

You walked over and took a seat on his bed, Fred quickly fumbling through a drawer before coming to sit next to you, a roll of gauze in his hand. He sat across from you and gently took your hand again, carefully wrapping the cloth around your knuckles a few times before tearing  off the excess and securing it in place.

“Thank you” You said holding up your hand and examining his work, only to look over and see Fred staring at you, a bit of a frown on his face. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that guy” Fred said, the atmosphere in the room changing a bit.

“Fred its fine” You said, trying to change the subject.

“No its not Y/N! That dickhead is insulting you constantly, and for what? You don’t deserve to be treated like that” Fred said, standing and starting to pace around the room.

“You’re taking this way to seriously” You said, starting to get annoyed with his attitude. It wasn’t like you and Fred were super close. Hell most of the time you were at each others throat about whos better at what, and when you weren't doing that you were either annoying each other, or on a rare occasion, actually having a civil conversation.

 “I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough!” Fred continued, still pacing back and forward.

“Why do you care so much!?” you shouted.

“Because I fucking love you!” Fred shouted back, stopping in his tracks to face you.

“What?” You asked, not quite believing what you just heard.

“I love you ok? I love the way you make everyone around you smile, and that you’re absolutely hilarious, and that you’re competitive. I love the sound of your laugh, and the way your eyes light up when you smile, and even when you’re being a complete pain in the ass you still-” Fred rambled on, only stopping when you cut interrupted him.

“Fred!” you said sternly, grabbing his attention.

“What?” He asked loudly, breathing heavily from his rant.

“Would you just shut the fuck up and kiss me already?” You asked. That was all Fred needed to hear, crossing the room in one swift motion and closing the space between you, leaning down to roughly push his lips against yours.

Your hands instantly went to his hair pulling him even closer, while his went to the back of your thighs, picking you up and walking you over to the bed, letting you fall back onto the mattress before quickly re connecting his mouth to your neck, biting the flesh there before soothing over it with his tongue.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, sliding them down his chest before landing at the hem of his shirt, pushing it upwards. Fred got the message and pulled away, making quick work of removing his shirt, before his mouth was back on yours, sucking on your bottom lip before his tongue met yours, swirling around in a fight for dominance.

His hands moved upwards, slipping under your shirt to roughly grab your breast, causing you to moan into his mouth. Your hands found their way to his waist, quickly working on undoing his belt. You had almost gotten it unfastened when Fred suddenly pulled away, looking down at you.

“Are you sure?” Fred asked, searching your face for any sign of rejection.

“I have literally never wanted to fuck someone more in my whole life, yes I’m one hundred percent sure” You replied

Fred didn’t waste any more time, quickly working on removing his shoes and pants, while you worked on removing your shirt and leggings, your skirt following soon after leaving you in only your bra and panties, while Fred stood in front of you, his eyes raking up and down your body, you started to feel a bit self conscious with his eyes on you, but before you could move to cover up a bit, his lips were back on yours, pushing you back onto the bed.

His lips started to move downwards, moving from your neck, to your collarbone, trailing wet in between your breasts and down your stomach before finally settling between your legs, looking up ay you before kissing down your inner thigh, deliberately not going near where you needed him most.

“Fred, please” You whined, trying to find some relief.

“Please what?” Fred asked, playing with the waistband of your panties.

“Please do anything just stop teasing- Oh fuck!” You cried, Fred moving your panties to the side and slipping two of his long fingers into you, making your back arch.

“Already so wet for me” He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster. “If you don’t like me teasing then why are you moaning”

You didn’t get the change to reply before Fred's mouth was suddenly on your core, licking a long stripe between your fold before swirling his tongue around your clit, making your head fly back and your hands grip the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to push you over the edge, but just as you were about to come undone, Fred pulled away, removing his fingers and making you groan at the loss of contact.

“What the fuck Fred?!” You cried, frustrated for being denied your release. Meanwhile Fred was crawling his way back up your body, letting out a low chuckle.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m going to take care of you. But when you cum I want it to be around my cock” Fred almost growled, causing a chill to run up your spine before he reached behind you, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room, your panties and his boxers following soon after.

Fred propped on of his arms next to his head, helping to keep his weight off you while his other hand moved to his cock, slipping it between your fold a few times, looking at you for permission, which you gave with a nod, before finally pushing his length into you.

“Please move” You practically begged, Fred waiting to make sure you had adjusted before doing anything.

“As you wish” He teased, a smirk on his face, before he slowly started moving, pulling out half way before thrusting back into you.

You were just about to ask him to go faster, when he was suddenly ramming into you, his head moving to the crook of your neck, sucking on the flesh there, while your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer and creating long red trails as your fingernails desperately tried to find something to hold onto.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your moans, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment.

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” Fred said, sucking behind your ear, making your head spin.

“Someone could walk in” You said back, trying to come up with an excuse. In reality, you knew most of the other students were in class so you didn’t have much to worry about.

 “I really don’t care. You look so fucking hot writhing under me and I’m going fuck you senseless right now.” He rasped out, moving his free arm under your knee to hike your leg up higher, the new angle making you gasp, allowing him hit your G-spot perfectly each time. 

“Oh fuck, Fred- I’m gonna-!” You cried out, no longer in control of the pornographic sounds leaving your mouth.

“Cum for me, beautiful” Fred murmured into your ear, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, finally pushing you over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping and flooding your body with pleasure.

Fred continued to thrust into you, helping you ride out your high before coming undone himself, resting his head on your shoulder as he came down from his high, slowing his movements before stopping completely, gently pulling out of you and flopping onto his back beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

“That was...wow” You started, still to blissed out to think of the right words.

“Yeah... why didn’t we do this earlier?” Fred asked, causing the both of you to laugh, finally catching your breath and sitting in a comfortable silence.

“I love you too” You said, breaking the silence and making Fred look over at you.

“Really?” He asked teasingly, but he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“Yeah, ever since you hugged me when we won that quidditch tournament last year, I knew I had feeling for you.”

“I knew when you made frogs come out of Snape's pockets for a week” Fred replied, causing you both to fall into another fit of laughter.

“Wow, so romantic” You teased, Fred moving to wrap his arm around you as you scooched closer into his chest, both of you moving under the covers.

“I know, its a gift” Fred replied, making you giggle. 

“Well, I should maybe get going” You said, moving to get up, knowing classes would be ending soon.

“You thought we were done?” Fred asked, stopping you in your tracks.

“We’re not?” You asked, a confused look on your face.

“Not even close” Fred replied, leaning in and connecting your lips again, to which you enthusiastically responded, before quickly pulling away, grabbing your wand and casting a locking and silencing spell on the door.

Needless to say, while you may have had a bad streak during your classes, you most definitely got lucky that night.

The next day you had to get up early for quidditch practice. You had suck out of Fred's room a few hours later without too much suspicion, but needless to say, you were sore. You walked to practice with your roommate Angelina, who was currently talking about something to do with McGonigal's hat, but you honestly weren’t paying much attention, too distracted by last night events playing over in your head.

“But I think she might be hiding something in it you know? Like... hold up. Is that a fucking hickey?” Angelina asked once you finally got to the bleachers, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What?! No!” You quickly defended, trying to move the collar of your shirt up, only for Angelina to slap your hand away, pulling your collar further down, exposing the dozens of marks that littered your neck and chest, which you didn’t realize you had this morning.

“Oh my GOD! Did you get beat up? Who’s the guy?” Angelina asked with a teasing tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You replied, trying to keep your cool, digging through your bag to find your water bottle.

You stood back up, looking over to see Fred and George walking your direction. You gave them both a wave, your eyes lingering on Fred for a few seconds longer than usual. They dropped their stuff off a bit always from you, and started getting changed, both of them coming in sweaters.

“Besides” You continued, turning away from the twins, trying to keep your cool. “You have no right to talk, I know you and George are getting pretty comfortable in the room of requirement” You said, taking a sip of your water.

“That’s totally different and- Oh my god?!” Angelina said, looking past you, causing you to turn and spit out your water, the sight before you making you choke on the liquid.

Fred had taken off his shirt to change into his Jersey, and his back was covered in bright pink scratch marks. He heard the commotion, turning to see you covering your mouth trying to stop choking, not sure whether to be horrified or laugh.

“Jesus Fred, did you piss off a hippogriff and not tell me about it?” George asked, Fred suddenly realizing that of course, you would have most definitely left marks. Not that he was completely innocent either.

“Oh that, yeah I fell out of a..... tree” Fred said, making you smack your palm to your face. Sure, he may have been the best prankster in the school, but damn was Fred a bad liar.

Angelina took in your reaction, adding it to Fred's back and your hickeys, finally putting the pieces together.

“You two!?” Angelina said, pointing at the two of you. “Last night when you got back to the dorm late! You were fucking fucking!” 

“Shhhh!” I shushed loudly, making Angelina and George laugh.

“Fred and Y/N, sitting in a tree” George started

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Angelina finished, the two laughing and heading off to start practice, leaving you and Fred slightly embarrassed at the blatant teasing.

“Well, we’re never going to hear the end of this” You said, admitting defeat.

“Yeah, but at least now they know. But speaking of  K-I-S-S-I-N-G, you wanna...” Fred asked, moving his head towards the back of the bleachers.

“As fun as that sounds, It’ll have to wait. First I need to beat your ass at quidditch” You said, collecting your gear, looking up to see a gobsmacked Fred looking back at you.

“You are literally my dream girl, how did I get so lucky?” Fred asked, grabbing his things and walking with you to the center of the field.

“I know, I’m pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to you” You said in a serious tone.

“This dicks the best thing that's ever happened to you” 

“FRED!”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed!!!! I didn’t read through this before posting so if theres any grammar mistakes I’m sorry, I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning because who needs sleep when you have Fred Weasley porn. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any feedback/recs!

[dollarstore-writings]

trans!gundham tanaka x gender neutral! reader || fluff

pronouns: they/them

pronouns for gundham are he/they, and the readers pronouns are they/them! a small oneshot where the reader helps gundham out of his bindings and into something more comfortable whilst babying him bc i need some self indulgent gundham content rn. remember to bind safely for all my fellow friends out there that do so!

“gundham?” a small, hushed voice called out from the darkness, and gundham could feel his body tense at the sound. “i am here, my angel,” he said softly in return, sitting up. the poor boy felt his ribs being crushed beneath the pressure of his bindings, suffocating the air out of his words and his lungs.

“hey there, big guy,” you whispered with endearment laced into your words, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed where gundham lay. it was too dark for you to make your way through on your own, so you were glad you didn’t trip over anything on the way to the bed. it- unfortunately for gundham- wasn’t dark enough to mask his expression. you could see the tired, bothered look on his face, and your expression dropped from a smile to a concerned frown, “gundham you look exhausted..!”

your supreme overlord of ice huffed, a little out of breath, “i’m fine, dear y/n, just a little tired is all-”

“cut the act, tanaka, you’re still wearing your binder arent you?” you cut off, and gundham could only pitifully nod- a moment of hesitation wedging its way between.

“gundham, oh my sweet prince, you know it’s not healthy to sleep with it on,” you mumbled, scolding him like a mother scolds her child, worry and empathy melted into your words. gundham felt himself relax as your hands worked their way under his shirt, stopping just below his chest, “is this okay? can i touch you, my love?” your hands were hovering above his skin, just barely. you respected his discomfort for physical contact, and it made gundham feel cared for, knowing how gentle you were with him.

a blush rose to the poor boys cheeks, and he nodded, lifting his arms up so the shirt would slip off cleanly. you rubbed his shoulders, shifting your position so you were closer to him and better positioned for helping. you massaged his shoulders for a few seconds, before your fingers tucked themselves between gundhams skin and his skin-tone binder. “arms up, gundham,” you whispered, and your boyfriend complied, messily shuffling out of the binder. once it was over his shoulders, you pulled the rest of it off for him, watching as your dark prince sighed intensely with relief. it comforted you to see him so relaxed.

you looked away, letting gundham put his shirt on so he could cover the chest he so desperately kept hidden, placing the binder on the bedroom desk and spraying it with cologne so he could use it again tomorrow. “there,” you said with a relieved sigh, “now that that’s all settled, it’s bedtime!”

you carefully slipped into bed beside gundham, arms slowly wrapping around his waist, giving him the option to push you away as your head rested in the crook of his neck. “feel better, my love?” you asked, voice dripping with exhaustion and adoration for your boyfriend as a yawn began to form in the back of your throat. gundham nodded, putting his arms on top of yours and turning his head into you, pressing his cheek against your head, “much, thank you.”

“it’s really no problem,” you mumbled, sleep slowly overcoming you, “just promise next time you won’t try sleeping with it on. it’s extremely dangerous and could affect your chances of top surgery in the future..”

“yes but..” gundham started, voice trailing off into a shy, insecure whisper, “i don’t like feeling them.. the binder, makes me feel like they don’t exist.” he added quietly after, “and i didn’t want you to feel them while we were sleeping, i didn’t know if it’d bother you or make you think differently of me...”

you knew he was mentioning his chest, it was obvious, and it was painful to listen to. you loved your dark prince the way he was, and him saying these things hurt your heart to hear. “gundham, sweetheart, i love you for you, okay?” you started, tightening your grip carefully before releasing, nuzzling up closer to him, “you’re perfect, and i would never think differently about you over something like this. you’re handsome to me in any form you decide to take.”

at this, gundham felt his throat close up. he was at a loss for words, and slowly- carefully- he turned over to face you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. tears threatened to spill but he refused to let them, he didn’t want you to see him cry. “thank you, my dark paramour,” he mumbled, lips lingering on your skin for a moment or two before pulling away, “really i.. i don’t know where i’d be without you..”

you felt a blush creep up your neck and down your chest, and you giggled gently, pulling the boy closer to you and rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “you’re perfect gundham, regardless of however you may outwardly appear.” gundham let out a loud, signature chuckle, “well of course, i, gundham tanaka, supreme lord of ice and ruler of darkness, am made to perfection by hades himself!” you giggled again and kissed his cheek, “get to bed, gundham, we have school tomorrow..”

with a final sigh you fell asleep. , leaving your sputtering blushy mess of a boyfriend to recollect himself before he, too, drifted off, safe in your arms as you are in his.

[mandoalorian]

If you’re taking requests RN can you hit me with them fighting about something big and they think reader is gonna break up with them but then the reader is like uhm no it was a fight but I still love you and then they get all soft afterwards with Maxwell, Frankie or Javi? You choose I love them all equally (BTw if not that’s okay obvi)

follow up: “ (I meant Javier Peña from my last ask 🥰) “ 

Thank you so much for this request!! I’ve had a pretty lousy day but writing this for you was really the highlight so I hope you enjoy! I was going to write for Maxwell because he’s my number one favourite, but I thought I’d challenge myself with Javier since I haven’t wrote for him yet.

Lie To Me [Javier Peña x Reader]

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Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: mention of drug trafficking and general Narcos topics, blood/a little gore but not too much, angst anGST ANGSTTTT!!!

MASTERLIST | SUBMIT REQUESTS

"I just can't believe you'd be so reckless!" you exclaimed, dampening the wash cloth and carefully dabbing it into your boyfriend's arm. Javier stayed silent, although it was hard not to hiss and curse in pain as you washed away the blood seeping from the deep cut in his bicep. "It's not like you at all Javi. I don't understand."

Your boyfriend had a history of being impulsive, yes, but ever since you became 'official' and started living together, he had changed. It was like this new experience had grounded him. Javier wasn't offering you any information about the incident which, truthfully, infuriated you. The cut was deep but everytime you brought up the hospital, he'd grumpily tell you he was fine. That he's had worse. After just a simple look over his wound, you knew he needed stitches. This was serious, and you knew he never really liked to discuss his work with you, but this was different. His whole demeanor had changed.

And this wasn't about work, really. Javier was closing himself off, shutting himself out from you. Once upon a time he'd make a habit out of this. He found that it was just easier to bottle away his emotions and not talk about them. But that was no good for either of you; not healthy at all. Javier knew this. He was trying to change for the better— improve himself, all for you. That's how he got in the entanglement in the first place. You didn't know this, but he was trying to protect you.

Javier was so sure his disguise worked. He wasn't a spy, he didn't often go undercover. He had very little experience; but he was so close to catching this kingpin, he just went with it. Lucky for Javier, he was blessed with the charisma of a criminal and could charm his way out of most situations if it became necessary. Unfortunately for him, the cartel was already one step ahead, playing along with his little charade.

"Javier Peña, DEA." the kingpin grunted, reaching into the pocket of Javier's leather jacket and snatching Javier’s ID. "You really thought you could fool us?" the kingpin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. Javi's jaw ticked when he saw that his abrupt action had caused his wallet to drop on the floor. The kingpin picked it up and clicked it open. Luckily, Javier had nothing of value in there. Maybe ten dollars and a condom. At least, that's what he thought.

He watched the kingpin's face soften under the dimmed amber light as he adjusted Javier's wallet, tilting it in his hands. His eyes narrowed and a smirk wormed its way across his lips. Javi knotted his eyebrows together in bewilderment.

"Quite the pretty lady you scored here, Agent Peña," the kingpin snaked, gesturing for his lieutenants to come on over and take a look. The one on the left took a drag of his cigarette and wolf whistled when he caught an eye on the picture. "Nice tits too." The kingpin shrugged his shoulders, lighting a cigarette for himself. "Would be a shame if something were to happen to her."

His threat set fire to his heart and his job felt like it had just gotten a whole more personal. He had been working for the DEA for over a decade now; he knew how dangerous cartels and drug lords could be. He would not and could not ever let anything happen to you. He swore his life depended on it. But now he was standing before the Capo and his men, and in typical Javier Peña fashion, his first instinct was to fight.

He went to throw a punch at the kingpin, but one of the lieutenants grabbed Javier's wrist mid-air whilst the other one flicked open a pen knife, dragging the blade through Javier's bicep and ripping open the sleeve of his cream coloured shirt. 

Javier groaned at the stinging sensation and his crimson red blood began to stain through the material. The kingpin laughed again, before tutting and shaking his head. "So, you have a soft spot for her? I expected better from you Agent Peña. Last I heard, your reputation wasn't one for commitments. But myself? I'm a family man too. I love my wife. Our kids. So here's the deal. I'll let you go, but you tell the DEA your so-called undercover mission was a bust. You go home, into the arms of your woman, and speak nothing of this. This stays between you, me, and my men. Do you understand?" 

Javier was never one to follow rules— especially not ones made by cartel leaders, but he was outnumbered and he knew the Capo had an upper hand. Javier nodded, pressing his hand on the cut and applying somewhat pressure to stop him from bleeding out. "Can't go to hospital either," the kingpin told you with a roll of his eyes. "If that wasn't already obvious. No one can find out about what went on here. Agent Peña, I have thousands of falcons all over Columbia. They can find out where you and your pretty lady live. And I promise, it won't be pretty."

Javier gulped, not wanting to imagine and nodded his head. There was no need for anymore fuss. The kingpin popped Javier's wallet and ID back into his jacket pocket and pat him on the shoulder. "Agent Peña, I hope I never have to see you again." the kingpin narrowed his eyes before gesturing his lieutenants to open the door and let Javier out. Javi scoffed, but stayed silent. The situation could've gotten a lot worse. He walked outside to his truck, guided by the sicarios of course, and made his way home.

When Javier stumbled into your shared apartment, colour drained out of his skin and blood seeping through his fingers where he was holding his bicep. Your heart sank. His hair was stuck up in places from his cold sweat and he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. "Baby," he grumbled. "Could you- could you help me with this?"

"Javier what happened?" you gasped, a knot forming in your throat. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes when you took in the state of him. Sure, Javier had scars, and you didn't mind— but this was the first time you had ever seen him so injured. "I- I thought it was an office day." you exclaimed, holding him gently by his shoulders and guiding him into the bathroom.

"Was," Javier gritted out. "But you know how unpredictable work can be. We got a lead. So- I was sent out. But uh-, everything is fine now. I sorted everything out and erm-, you know." Javier gasped when you ripped open his shirt and pulled it off his torso, dropping it to the tiled bathroom floor.

"Jump." you ordered him, pointing at the sink. Javier obeyed and hopped onto the corner of the counter nearby the sink. He watched as you wet a washcloth under warm running water and padded it gently over his cut. As the faucet was still on, Javier leaned over and rinsed his blood stained hands from where he had been applying pressure on the open wound. "Javi, this cut— it's so deep. I think you need stitches." you said with worry, carefully analysing the depth of his injury.

"No." Javier spat immediately, the aggression and urgency in his voice making you jump slightly. He saw your reaction and placed a hand on your cheek, cupping it and taking a good look at you. You were his angel. He had done the right thing, and he wouldn't screw up now. He couldn't lose you. "No," he repeated, this time with conscious effort to sound less stern. "I'm a big boy, okay? Please just bandage me up."

Your eyes flicked from the cut to Javier, and you hesitated for a few moments. "Okay," you agreed quietly. You knew Javier well enough to know that there was no point in arguing with him. All of this sounded highly suspicious but you knew that you had to trust him. You kneeled down to the cabinet under the sink and took out the green first aid kit. Unbuckling it, you located some bandages, tape, and a tourniquet. "Shit Javi, it's still bleeding." you sighed, pressing the now ruined wash cloth back into his cut.

He choked up at the sudden pressure you applied. "It's okay," he reassured, running his free hand through his short dark hair. "Once I'm bandaged up, I'll be fine."

"Javier, who did this to you?" you frowned, carefully removing the washcloth and unravelling the tourniquet. "Who hurt you?"

Javier stayed silent. He wanted to tell you. He didn't want to have to lie to you, or keep secrets, but he was too caught up in the moment— he didn't want to risk your safety. His paranoia settled in. What if the kingpin's sicarios had followed him home? What if they were listening in? Javier's fists clenched around the cabinet he was sitting on, knuckles turning white. Between his injury, and the thought of losing you— he knew which hurt more.

"Are you just going to ignore me?" you puffed out, folding your arms across your chest in annoyance and looking at him in the eyes. Javi looked down at his feet, not saying a word. "So that's a yes?" you questioned further. Still no response. You shook your head and finished bandaging up his injury. Javier hopped off the counter and followed you into your shared bedroom where you opened your closet.

You threw him a clean shirt and he mumbled a 'thank you' before pulling his arms into it, careful not to disrupt his now bandaged bicep. You rummaged deep into the back of your wardrobe and pulled out a duffel bag, unzipping it and throwing piles of clothes into it. T-shirts, jeans, socks and underwear. Javier watched you, bewilderment written all over his face.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked eventually, standing with one hand on his hip and watching you intently.

You didn't respond. If he wanted to ignore you, fine. But two could play at that game. You zipped up the duffel bag and hung it on your shoulder, grabbing your car keys from your bedside table. As you left the bedroom and walked to your front door, Javier raced after you. "Hey- where are you going?" he demanded, panic coursing through his veins.

You couldn't leave. What if the sicarios were outside— watching for you. Waiting for you. Javier grabbed your arm and for a second you felt the slightest touch of empathy when your gaze met his anxious blown eyes. You quickly washed away that feeling. If Javier wasn't willing to be honest in your relationship, you weren't willing to stick around.

"I just-" Javier took a deep breath. "Figured, um- please. Please stay with me," Javier begged, dropping his hand to your hand and intertwining your fingers. "I'm sorry. Can we just forget what happened? We can go to bed, order take-out, watch a corny movie? I need your comfort." Javier compromised.

The idea did sound appealing but you wanted to know what had happened. It drove you insane. You sighed and shook your head. "No Javier," your gaze was cold and empty. "You're a big boy, right? Comfort yourself." And with that, you left the apartment, slamming the door behind you.

Javier raced to the window and watched as your truck pulled out of the driveway. He looked up and down the street for any suspicious cars that might be stalking you or following you, but thankfully, there was nothing. Nevertheless, he cursed himself for letting you get away. That was the last thing he wanted. He kept the information from what happened with the cartel a secret from you because he didn't want to fill you with worry.

Luckily, Javier knew that there were only a handful of places you could go in Colombia. You weren't too familiar with Bogota and so he ran with the first place that came to his head. Connie and Steve's. He raced to the phone that hung on the kitchen wall and dialled their home number.

"Hey, Con? Is Steve there?" Javier asked in panic. He didn't really want to talk to Connie about this because there was a very good chance she'd take your side over his. And, rightfully so. There had been plenty of times Steve had kept work business away from Connie in fear of hurting or worrying her. But she always found out in the end.

"He's with Olivia," Connie replied. "Javier, what's going on?"

"Uh," Javier ran a hand through his hair in stress. "Listen. I think y/n is on her way over. We had a fight. She's not talking to me. Everything is a mess. But, I'm on my way too. She took the truck so I'll have to walk but- I'm coming, okay? So just, keep her there. Keep her safe."

Connie scrunched her nose up at Javier's words. "Safe?" she repeated before lowering her voice. "Javi… what did you do?" she asked sternly.

"I'll explain everything when I get there." Javier promised and slammed the phone back down on the hook. Not even bothering to grab his jacket, he raced out of his apartment and ran to Connie and Steve's.

Of course you were first to arrive. Javier can read you like an open book. He knew you'd be going to see Connie. You let yourself into their apartment and flopped down on the sofa. Connie, who had of course been expecting you, entered the living room to greet you with a cup of hot tea. You didn't even know she was already brewing a coffee for Javier and Steve in the kitchen. You took a sip of the herbal drink and smiled appreciatevly. 

"So, what brings you here this evening?" Connie asked, raising an eyebrow with inquiry.

You sighed, nursing the mug in your cold hands. "Javier." you mumbled, as if that one word was enough of an explanation. Connie nodded her head understandably when Steve stumbled in.

"I put Olivia to bed," he announced before his eye caught on you. "Oh hey y/n."

You offered Steve another smile.

"Javier's being a dick again," Connie rolled her eyes and Steve shook his head.

"No," you replied. That felt unfair. "He's just being distant. Shutting me out."

"Well that's Javi for ya," Steve shrugged, sitting on the arm of the sofa and taking a box of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"No but— we had gotten better," you explained. "I mean. We talked a lot. He'd finally started opening up."

Before you could say anymore, the front door to Steve and Connie's door burst open. Javier stood at the doorframe, heaving and panting like he had just ran a marathon. Steve looked confused, but Connie just smiled, knowing that he had sprinted over just to try and fix things with you. You didn't know how to feel. Javier's chocolate brown eyes were sparkling with unspent tears and his heart blossomed when he saw that you were safe. That no hard harm had come to you.

He approached you and fell to his knees. You placed your mug on the coffee table and let your boyfriend take both of your hands. His thumb rubbed soothing circles into your wrist. Once again, Javier was speechless— just wanting this moment to last forever. Wanting you to be safe and healthy in your arms.

Connie nudged Steve who cleared his throat. "Uh, we'll give you two some privacy." he said before dragging Connie out of the living room and into the kitchen.

The second it was just you two, Javier dropped his head and his heart broke. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed, warm tears falling down his cheeks. You shuffled off the sofa and fell to your knees, facing him, and pulled him into a hug. 

"Don't cry," you hushed. "Javier… I just wish you could be honest with me."

"When you left earlier, shit, I thought I had lost you for good. I thought you were never coming back." he admitted, his voice croaking as the ache in his heart intensified. Your face softened at his revelation. "I know it might not seem like it, but everything I do, I do it because I love you."

You ran your fingers through his hair and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I worry about you Javi," you whispered. "And seeing you so injured today, it really scared me. You weren't telling me anything. Do you understand how that might make me feel?"

"I do," Javi promised, squeezing your hands tight. "When I said the DEA sent me out on a mission… that wasn't exactly true. I found a lead myself. And I didn't tell anyone. I went out to pursue the lead and got in an entanglement with the Capo himself. He saw the photo of you that I keep in my wallet and he threatened to hurt you. He said if I told anyone about my findings at the cartel, he'd get his sicarios to hunt you down and… listen, my love. They do bad things to pretty girls like you. And I couldn't risk it. I was so afraid."

Javier felt ashamed. Ashamed for lying to you, and also, he didn't want you to see him as weak. But you could never think such a thing of your boyfriend. He was the strongest man you knew. So brave and compassionate. And after this revelation, you saw a whole new side to him.

Your finger gently brushed over his bicep. "The capo did this to you?" you whispered, feeling your cheeks burning with rage at how a drug lord had gaslit Javier into staying silent by making threats over your safety.

"No, but one of his men," Javier explained. "When, when they mentioned you. I got so mad. I raised my fist and-"

"Oh Javi," you whispered, wiping the tears that filled your eyes. You pressed your forehead against his. "You could've just told me."

"I wish I had now." Javier admitted. "I really thought you were going to break up with me."

You pulled away from your boyfriend, but your hands were still resting on his shoulders. You looked deep into his dark eyes and found nothing but guilt and remorse plastered over his face. "No," you shook your head and offered him a small smile that immediately eased him. "We had a fight, but I still love you."

Javier smiled back, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight. "I love you too." he grinned. "Come on, let's go home." he said, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet.

"Okay," you hummed. "Cuddling up in bed with take-out and a corny movie sounds great right about now." you reflected back on Javier's previous compromise and Javier let out a hearty chuckle, pulling your hand up and brushing his lips delicately over your knuckles.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." he professed, his eyes sparkling. "So please baby, there's going to be times I fuck up- but please don't leave me."

"Whatever the future has in store for us, we will get through it together." you assured him with a soft kiss on his lips.

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Hey I have to request for Bakugou x reader prompt: 11 & 18 pls

request from this prompt list!

11. Wow, you look..amazing. & 18. That was kind of hot. 

A/N: im so sorry these are taking so long to come out lmaooo i have writers block and im really hating editing rn so this will be half way unedited,, thank u for requesting and waiting babie,, also its under a read more bc i can’t believe i wrote mfing 3k words for this 

“Wow,” Katsuki says almost breathlessly, “you look..amazing.” 

Your eyes narrow in on the blonde who’s currently standing in your doorway. You can’t tell if he’s lying or simply just pulling your leg. Did he always have to be so sarcastic? “Haha, very funny Katsuki.” You’re rolling your eyes with a pink tint on your cheeks and your hands start to fidget with the bottom of your dress. “Can we just get this over with?” 

“I’m being serious you know. You look good.” He says as he holds out an arm for you to grab and you do. But you were waiting for it- the punchline, the teasing- “I didn’t know a gorilla could dress up so nice.” 

There it was.

“Shut the hell up.” You deliver a solid punch to his arm as he leads you to his car but he doesn’t even flinch. “Remember I’m doing you a favor, if you’re not nice to me maybe I’ll slip up and tell your parents during dinner that we’re not really dating.” 

He pauses and glances in your direction. “You wouldn’t.”

You shrug. “Maybe I would. How long has this been going on for Katsuki? 6 months? 8? How disappointed would they be to hear-”

“Alright, just shut up.” He huffs, holding the car door open. You’re cocking an eyebrow at him, arms folded against your chest, and the expression has him hesitating. “I mean uh, please..shut up?” 

A scoff slips past your lips and you find yourself rolling your eyes. “Better.” You sigh, while climbing in. “Not the best but better.” The door closes with a thump next to you and you’re scanning his car. It’s spotless like usual, the leather seats didn’t have a speck of dust on them, and it smells just like burnt caramel- a scent that was growing on you a little too much. 

“Brief me.” You say as he climbs in. “What have we done since we last saw your parents?” 

“You tell me.” 

“How come I have to think of everything in this fake relationship?” A prominent pout is on your face and for a second, you swore you saw him staring at your lips. Was your choice of lipstick too much? Not good enough? You’re suddenly self conscious but he turns away, buckles his seat belt, and starts driving.

“Well, if we were really dating- what would you like to do?” He catches a glance from the corner of his eyes and you’re sitting there, arms folded against your chest and that pout on your lips fades. 

“If we were really dating huh.” You absentmindedly repeat. The sentence settles in your mind and the butterflies in your stomach start fluttering. 

If you two were really dating..how nice would that be? You wouldn’t see him every once in a blue moon when he asked you to come to dinner with his parents. You’d probably get to eat more of his cooking. And maybe, just maybe- he would hold your hand just because he wanted to, not for show. 

“Hello? Earth to planet dumbass?” He questions, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Uh..camping..” You reply. “I’d really like to go camping.” 

“Camping..huh. I didn’t expect that from you.” 

“Well, I’d want to do something you enjoy and I’ve never been so..” 

“Maybe we should go.” He pauses, throwing another glance in your direction. “Just you and me, it’ll be fun.” A small smile spreads across your face and your stomach is doing backflips at the thought. Just you and him? How many days would you spend together completely alone? “Can’t wait to see you eat shit while hiking.” 

“Fuck you asshole. I take it back, I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” He does this ugly laugh snort thing and you can’t help but smile as your heart flutters a bit for the millionth time in the past 10 minutes. Maybe you should go see a doctor for that. 

“Seriously- clear your schedule for next week, I’ll take you for your birthday.” And suddenly, you find yourself holding a hand against your heart and you’re warm, so so warm. 

“You..remembered?” 

“Why would I not remember my girl’s birthday?” He asks as if it’s the dumbest question ever.  

My girl. 

Your head is spinning and that smile tugging at the corner of your lips won’t go away no matter how hard you’re trying to make it disappear.

“What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?” 

Oh.

Right. 

This wasn’t real. And like magic the smile on your lips is gone. 

“Yeah..haha.” You’re forcing a laugh but the disappointment on your face is evident. Your gritting your teeth and mentally cursing at the fact you are so so so head over heels in love with him. Curse him for being so handsome, for being so tall, for being so charming but at the same time annoyingly sarcastic, for being-

“Are you okay?” Katsuki asks breaking you out of your thoughts. He gives you this look. His eyebrows are furrowed, his head is tilted, and there’s genuine concern in his eyes. “We’ve been parked for ten minutes and you haven’t said a word.” 

“Sorry, I was uh, thinking about something.” He’s staring at you with those red eyes that make you squirm in your seat with an intensity that rivaled the sun itself. Those eyes could pierce through metal just with a glance and he was looking at you with them? You’d probably die if you made direct eye contact. 

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

And when those words slip out of his mouth, you have an urge to confess right there and then. You want to tell him you’ve been in love with him since you’ve started this whole charade. But you don’t. Instead, you nod your head at his comment and reassure him you’re fine. He sits there, staring at you with those piercing red eyes and lets out a sigh. You know he doesn’t fall for it, he knows something’s not right, but he gets out of the car anyways.

“Watch your step.” He says. His hand is outstretched, inviting, big and warm. You take it and when your hand intertwines with his, you feel better. 

“Thanks.” You mutter while attempting to memorize the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. What if this just ended tomorrow? What if he finds someone else that he genuinely likes? His fingers are laced perfectly between yours as if they were built, molded, and created just for you. But you don’t notice your head getting a little too close to the car frame because you’re so memorized by the warmth radiating from him and-

clunk. 

“Ouch.” You wince. 

“I guess I should’ve warned you to watch your head.” He laughs. 

“Shut up.” Your hand is rubbing your sore head and there’s this adorable expression on your face but Katsuki would never tell you that, not in a million years. Instead, he places a large hand head on your head, he pulls you in close, and kisses the sore spot on your head. It doesn’t hurt so much after that. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest?” His mom’s voice rings from behind you two. 

Greetings are exchanged alongside a few hugs and kisses and you’re laughing while watching the poor boy next to you get smothered in his mother’s lipstick. He swears he’ll get you back later and mutters something under his breath about “smothering you in kisses to see how you like it” but you ignore his empty threats and wipe off the prominent red on his face with your thumb. “My handsome baby.” You coo, imitating his mother, and pinching his cheek. He tells you to knock it off as he swats away your hand and that he “hates being treated like a 5 year old” but that smile on his face tells you otherwise. So you poke a little more fun, tease a little more, and he’s on the verge of leaning down and peppering your face in kisses but his father clears his throat when his hands are roughly cupping your face, and he remembers- he’s in public, in front of his parents, about to kiss the shit out of your face. 

He lets it slide this time. 

Everyone’s sitting at a table now. You two are poliety taking sips of your water and his mother is going on about their jobs, their daily lives, and maybe even possibly having another kid. Katsuki practically chokes as soon as he hears this comment and you’re attempting to hold in a laugh and at the same time juggle the liquid in your mouth while watching the blonde boy attempt to hide his coughs with a red face. 

“Just kidding.” His mother says while folding her hands and placing her elbows on the table. For a minute, she’s sitting there with her head resting on her folded hands watching you attempt to gulp down the water but choking at the same time. She’s watching Katsuki point a finger at you and choking a second time on his spit. So now, you’re both looking at each other having a laughing and coughing fit, all the while struggling to just breathe. Ah, just how cute could you two be? But when she opens her mouth to say something, her husband cuts her off taking the words right out of her mouth. “You two really love each other, don’t you?” 

And suddenly you two are caught like a deer in headlights. Katsuki’s cheeks are burning red and yours are a matching shade. “No need to be embarrassed!” Masaru exclaims. “It’s just that- you two look at each other with..uh..” 

“So much love.” Mitsuki interjects. 

“W-what?” Katsuki stutters. 

“It’s the same way your father looks at me.” She says. “Don’t be embarrassed, tell your girlfriend how much you love her. I mean, you must’ve said I love you to each other already. It’s been about 7 months, right Masaru?” Katsuki’s reaching for his glass, pretending to be incredibly thirsty in hopes someone changes the subject. 

“He’s said I love you already, hasn’t he (Y/N)?” 

“Oh- are we ready to order?” You’re attempting to change the subject, you really are but Bakugous are relentless. You would know. 

“Has he not?” Mitsuki gasps. 

“I- uh-” 

“Don’t meddle so much!” Masaru interjects. And for a moment you thank the lord for making Masaru Bakugou. 

“We’re ready to order!” Katsuki yells for the waiter halfway across the restaurant, turning multiple heads in your direction and earning several glares. 

“Smooth. Real smooth.” You whisper low enough for him to hear. You’re stifling a laugh as you land a playful smack on his thigh.

“Shut it.” He’s biting back a smile and before you could pull your hand away, he takes it in his, giving it a little squeeze. 

Ah.

Dinner was always fun with the Bakugou’s. 

Before you know it, the night is over. You’re hugging his mother goodbye and she invites you to a family gathering in two weeks, which you politely accept. His father on the other hand is in the corner giving him what seems to be a heart to heart talk but the way the blonde keeps on glancing in your direction every so often has you curious. What were they talking about? 

“You know he loves you right? That boy won’t shut up about you.” Mitsuki laughs. A blush forms on your cheeks. “And you know how hard it is to get him to talk about anything.” 

You’re simply nodding your head as she continues to talk about anything and everything and at the same time you’re absentmindedly rubbing your arms. Why was it so cold today? “I think it’s time to go.” Katsuki appears behind you, dropping his big coat on your shoulders. Thank lord he was practically a human heater thanks to his quirk. You’re burying your face into his jacket. 

Was your face cold? Yes. 

But did you also want to engulf yourself into his scent before the night was over? Yes.

 “Come on, let’s go before you freeze to death.” You both say your goodbyes a second time and make way to his car. “Don’t hit your head.” He muses holding the door open. You shoot him a glare but he’s chuckling at the sight. “Cute.” He snorts. You’re sitting the car now, his jacket around your frame, and you look up at him- your mouth ready to shoot back a sarcastic remark but you freeze. His eyes are soft, he’s wearing this small smile that could probably melt the sun itself, and at that moment, he just looks so..content. Your heart is swelling at the sight. 

“What are you looking at idiot?” He snaps but that smile on his face grows wider and you feel your heart skip a beat. You gulp. Why did he just have to look so handsome- so perfect? It was almost as if he was asking you to confess-  to let him know how much he meant to you, how much you liked him. 

“You’re a little ugly looking.” You reply. He does that ugly snort laugh again and he rolls his eyes while slamming the door shut. 

“Yeah fucking right.” You hear him scoff through the car door. “Me? Ugly?” He’s inside now, taking his seat and placing his hands on the steering wheel. “You just have really bad taste in men.” 

“Yes, exactly why I’m dating you at the moment.” 

For a minute he’s taken back at the fact someone could match his energy- his sarcasticness but a smile is on his lips nevertheless. “I am not fucking ugly.” He says, he’s half joking half serious and you can tell he’s actually concerned..? But the Great Katsuki affected by your comment? Wow, dinner and a show. “Right..?” 

“Mhmm, yeah sure. You’re the handsomest man out there.” 

“You just have shitty taste in men.” He repeats. “I was voted the sexiest hero of the year- of the decade! Any woman would be happy to have me.” 

“Okay Katsuki, whatever you say.” You’re giggling at how hard he’s taking this, it was almost as if his pride was being ripped to shreds by one small comment. 

“And I was voted the best dancer, singer, kisser-” 

“Kisser? How the hell did they come to that conclusion?” 

“Word of mouth.” 

“You? Kissing a girl? I’m your first girlfriend and our relationship is fake.” 

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed someone before.” His tone is cocky, his chest is puffing out a little, and what was with that annoying ass smirk on his face? 

“Yeah right.” You laugh. “Come on, just take me home so I can watch my show and eat ice cream.” 

“You don’t believe me?” His raising an eyebrow and his eyes had a little glint in them. What was that? Cockiness? Pride? You didn’t know but whatever it was- it was making you nervous. 

“I don’t know if I would believe a teen magazine.” Your eyes are rolling and you’re getting semi annoyed with how adamant he was being. Did he really have to insist he was the best at everything? How the hell did you even measure how good of a kisser someone was? 

“Kiss me then.” He says, your heart skips a beat and your cheeks instantly flush. 

“W-what?” 

“I said kiss me you idiot. I’ll show you I’m the best fucking kisser in all of Japan.” You’re laughing, you’re laughing so hard to the point tears are brimming in the corner of your eyes but when you look over and his face is as serious as can be, you gulp. “I think I’ll just take your word for it Katsuki.” 

“What? You scared or something?” Damn that blonde always knew how to push your buttons. 

“Me? Scared of what? Kissing? Pfft.” 

“Seems like you’re scared.” He says relaxing back into his seat and then his eyes grow wide and realization hits him. “Could this be..your first kiss?” 

“WHAT NO- I mean- I’ve kissed plenty of boys before.” 

“Then what’s the problem with kissing me?” 

“You really want to do this?”

“I’m just trying to prove a point.” He shrugs. 

You’re sitting there, cheeks flushed as you chew on your bottom lip and then you look up at him. His arm is now resting on the side of your seat and he’s dangerously close. Why was he ten times more handsome up close in a dark parking lot? Did the waiter spike your drink? Why were you suddenly dizzy and unable to breathe properly?

“Let’s get it over with then you idiot.” You sigh. You have to put up this fake act. You had to beat that cocky blonde at his own game. And you had to show him that he wasn’t the best at everything.

So he leans in and you do too. The smell of burnt caramel is stronger than ever and you swear it was intoxicating. Also, where did he get a mint from? Was he planning on doing this all along? Pressuring you into some kind of kissing competition because he knew you wouldn’t refuse? But that meant he would probably like you too. That couldn’t be..right? 

But when his lips are on yours and your mouths are dancing together, there’s one thought that pops into your head.

Fuck. He was good.

One hand is under your chin, tilting your head up and the other is pulling you in deeper- closer, and you’re desperately trying not to melt into his hands. If he wasn’t careful, you’d probably let him know how head over heels in love you were. 

He pulls away, his lips now pink and swollen, and he cocks an eyebrow. His face just screams it-was-great-wasn’t-it-? and you’re sitting there unable to even think straight. 

“So?” He asks, folding his arms against his chest. He knows he won the argument and he knows he proved his point, so did he still need to ask? Oh. Because he’s Bakugou Katsuki.

“That..was kind of hot.” You admit. He’s laughing as your cheeks flush a bright red but you can’t get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your mind.

“So now that we’ve officially kissed, we should officially date as well.” He’s throwing you a glance as he buckles in his seatbelt but you’re too dazed to hear what he said. 

“Hmm?” You question, your finger is on your bottom lip and your mind is attempting to wrap around the fact that you and the boy you’ve had a crush on for the past 7 months just kissed you. 

“I said,” He leans over a second time, this time placing a small peck on your lips, “be my girl.” 

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Ivar x Reader

Word count: 1405 (wtf what’s going on with me)

Summary: You know Ivar, who is your husband now, since childhood. You love him but he changed and there is his Brother who his on your mind.

Warnings: angst.. yes, kind of love triangle, betrayal (mentioned), murder

a/n: Well idk what to say. I have never been a fan of writing angst. Reading it is nice but I could never imagine that I would write it myself. That English is not my first language is one of the reasons why it’s difficult to express the feelings right.. anyway I hope you like it! I recommend to listen to the song 👆🏼 it has given me the right mood to write this :)

I would appreciate it if you tell me what you think!

I‘ll add the keep reading tomorrow. I‘m on my phone rn 🙃

The stars looked beautiful. Thousands of the little lights blinking at the dark sky. It was so beautiful you didn’t want to close your eyes.

It was a peaceful night, this wasn’t usual you had to admit.

Not that far from you, you could hear people talking, men growling and laughing. There was a feast tonight in the great hall in Kattegat. You were there for a while, but decided to sneak out because you felt uncomfortable.

The presence of your husband Ivar was not your favorite these days. To be honest you weren’t so sure if he ever was a good company.

Everyone in Kattegat knew what happened to his first wife that made it even more complicated for you.

It was like you could read his mind when you were watching him. You knew Freydis was the love of his life, you could see it in the way he looked at her. The shining in his eyes as he announced that he would marry her and the time when Freydis was pregnant.

The scene of her lying dead on the bed was burned in your brain.

You weren’t dumb, that Ivar married you was only to fill the whole. He always appreciated you, but this wasn’t love. Not in that way.

You knew Ivar since you both were children, he was always a silent child. Silent but angry.

A few years from now you spend a lot of time together. Somedays you were in the woods and train your fighting skills or you lay the whole day or night at the same place where you were now. While watching the sky he talked about his ambitions to be as famous as his father, you talked about your dreams for the future.

You were always there for him before his father came back, before he went to England.

But then he changed so much and there was a huge desire inside you that wanted the old careless Ivar back. The one you loved, because that's what you were feeling.

Love

- Every time when you looked at him and it hurt to know he didn’t love you back.

How much did you wish that your feelings weren’t so strong, because even he noticed that you weren’t happy. He noticed that he was the reason why you were sad.

On the other hand there was Hvitserk, Ivars older brother.

He was always the caring one, you both liked each other very much ever since. He always stood by you, took care of you when Ivar was mad at you.

Hvitserk was the reason why you sometimes regretted that you married Ivar and you hated yourself for thinking that way. But it wasn’t possible to ignore the uprising heartbeat in your chest when he was near you.

“He would never find out y/n. I know you want it as well. Just one time, let me show you how real love looks like.”

Hvitserk’ s eyes showed pure desperation under your stern look.

“Hvitserk shut your mouth. I’m married to Ivar, so I belong to him. You missed your chance long ago.”

He shakes his head slowly, both hands on your thighs as he went down on his knees in front of you.

“But he doesn’t love you! He’s still in love Freydis, and he killed her. Please… Just imagine what he could do to you…”

His voice died while he rested his head in your lap.

You knew he was right and there was something inside you that wanted to know how it would feel to be with Hvitserk.

Your heart was beating heavily against your rib cage and you were not far away from giving in.

For a moment you closed your eyes to hold back the tears.

“I can’t Hvitserk. I’m sorry.”

You mumble as you stand up and watch him fall back.

Without a word you run out of the room, run away from the man where you know he was right for you.

The memories of this what happened only a few hours ago let you sigh loudly. Unlike Hvitserk you could never betray Ivar. You could never be that heartless.

You had to forget this, forget Hvitserk and be a good wife to Ivar.

Still staring at the sky you noticed how the grass under your body was cooling down your body and left your clothes wet, so you decided to go back.

Before you could stand up you felt somebody next to you.

“What a beautiful night.”

Shivers running down your body as you recognized the voice of your husband.

Your face turned to the side to face him, he had a light smile on his face. In one hand he played with a knife as he watched the night sky.

“How did you find me?”

His smile grows as he hears your uncertain voice and a pain going through your chest. How you missed this side of Ivar. Now he was like a few years ago, looking careless and satisfied.

You could punch yourself for the things you thought before.

“You are always here when you want to be alone.”

He remembered it, how many times he found you here. You didn’t respond, just watch his face in the small light of the moon.

“Why are you crying?”

You didn’t notice the tears on your cheeks before. Hastily you whipped them away with the sleeve of your dress.

“I don’t know.” A shaky laughter slipped out of your mouth, but he raised his eyebrows.

“Someone told me my dear brother was in your rooms in the afternoon.”

His voice was now threatening and you looked away. Someone was there when you talked to Hvitserk hours ago. You knew it.. you thought you heard someone walk away but ignored it then.

The upbuilding fear lets more and more tears stream out of your eyes. Through your blurred view you saw Ivar’s face now close to your face.

“What did he want?”

His lips lightly touching the sensitive skin on your ear as he whispered.

“Nothing, I’m serious Ivar. You know we’re friends. That’s all. He just wanted to talk.”

Unfortunately your voice was too low and it didn’t sound convincing.

“Don’t lie to me.”

His fingers on your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes. He inspected your face with his piercing blue eyes, his thumb whipping away some tears.

“It’s the truth Ivar. I swear by the gods nothing happened. He is just a friend, and your brother. There would never-“

“But he wants you!”

His hand pushed your face away and a little scream escaped your mouth as you fell on your back.

“I know exactly what you talked! He wants to be with you!”

You eyed the knife in his hand before you crawled back without losing eye contact.

“But that’s what he’s feeling! I would never… I could never be with him! I’m your wife Ivar!”

Loud sobs filling the silence.

“Please… Ivar whatever Hvitserk wants, I don’t care… I love you.”

His reaction was laughter, against all expectations.

“And that’s the problem y/n.”

With one fast movement he was over you.

Your head hit the earth again and for a moment you couldn’t breathe.

“I love you too y/n, but I can’t lose you. Not to my brother… I choose the way how I lose you.”

The knife in his hand scratches the skin on your throat. You tried to fight the tears by blinking fast to have a clear view but it didn’t work.

“Ivar…”

His eyes showed pain, the battle inside of him. But you knew him too well to know that he already made his choice.

“I’m sorry y/n. I wish it would have not been like this.”

Once more you wished he would change his mind, returning to the old Ivar.

You could still see him, even as the knife in his hand stabs inside your chest and his eyes grew wide in shock.

Your breath slowed down your eyes locked with his.

Even that he was the one who was causing your death you wanted to take him in your arms and tell him that everything will be fine.

That everything will be like years ago when the both of you were happy.

He went out of your sight and the stars came back in your view.

They were still beautiful.

What a beautiful night.

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